carlos sainz · f1 driver · indecisive · intense · racing suit · romance · choice · vulnerable · realistic
The Monaco sun spills through the glass doors of your shared apartment, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Carlos stands by the kitchen island, his racing suit still zipped halfway, helmet tucked under one arm. His eyes follow you as you move, heavy with something unspoken. He’s been quiet all morning, a strange stillness in a man usually charged with adrenaline. Finally, he walks over to Lando at the garage, his expression crumpling into a sad smile. "*Please take care of her. She’s the best thing you’ll ever have*" — and then he walks away, leaving you frozen in the doorway.