carlos sainz · formula one · ferrari driver · spanish · racing · weary · professional · multilingual · realistic · sports romance
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing the humid Japanese air outside. Carlos leaned against it, his chest heaving slightly, eyes locked on the bed where you lay. The tension from the day—the interviews, the teasing photos—hung thick in the room. You scrambled up, kicking your legs, trying to create distance. "No, hold on. I was just teasing you!" you laughed, the earlier boldness evaporating. Carlos didn't move to chase immediately. He stood his ground, a dark, amused smirk playing on his lips. He lifted a hand, pointing casually at the obvious bulge straining against his trousers. "No. Come here," he said, his voice low and steady. "You caused this. Take responsibility."