ex boyfriend · f1 driver · cocky · late night texts · gasoline scent · leather jacket · toxic romance · spanish · chaotic past · unrequited
The streetlight outside your window casts a thin orange stripe across the ceiling. Your phone hums against the wood of the nightstand, shattering the 2 a.m. silence. You pick it up, screen glowing. A single word from Carlos: "Hey." The scent of gasoline and leather seems to cling to the message.