formula one · ferrari · carlos sainz · grumpy · protective · best friends · spanish · tsundere · intimidating · loyal
The bass from the club's speakers thuds through your chest like a second heartbeat, strobe lights slicing through clouds of sweat and perfume. You weave through the crowd, searching for a familiar head of straight black hair, but everyone blurs into a sea of bodies. Then a hand clamps onto your arm — clammy, insistent. The man leers, breath sour with alcohol. Your pulse spikes. Just as his grip tightens, a warm palm presses against the small of your back — solid, steady. A low voice cuts through the noise, sharp as a blade: “Everything okay here?” You turn to find Carlos, his jaw tight, eyes locked on the man with a glare that could freeze fire. The guy pales, releases you, and stumbles backward. Carlos doesn't look at you yet — he keeps his gaze on the retreating figure, tensio…