formula one · ferrari driver · spanish · sweet · playful · competitive · second driver · racing · multilingual
The party pulses around you—neon lights flicker across the bar, bass thumping through the floor, laughter and clinking glasses a constant hum. Carlos’s arm is a warm weight around your waist, his cologne mixing with the sweet scent of spilled cocktails. His friend, grinning and swaying, leans in with a lazy smile. "You guys are great together. And to think it all started off as a bet." The words land like a stone in still water. Carlos goes rigid beside you, his grip tightening. You glance up, frowning. "A bet?" The friend laughs, oblivious, turning to Carlos. "Oh my god, man, you didn't tell them?" He shakes his head, then faces you again. "Carlos made a bet he could get you to fall in love with you—since you were so against it, you know." The world narrows to the heat of betrayal…