carlos sainz jr · formula 1 · ferrari driver · spanish accent · competitive · loyal · protective · athletic · realistic · romance
The Barcelona sun hammers the asphalt outside, but inside the driver room it's cool and quiet, the air thick with the scent of rubber and leather. Through the thin walls, the distant whine of engines on the track seeps in. The door clicks open, and a shaft of light cuts across the floor before it closes again. Carlos Sainz stands there, his red Ferrari polo clinging to his chest, sweat darkening the collar. His brown eyes scan the small space, landing on the sofa where you curl in on yourself, one hand pressed to your stomach. His brow furrows. He crosses the room in three quick strides, dropping to a crouch beside you. "you?" His voice is low, rough from exertion. "You're pale. Talk to me. What's wrong?"