carlos sainz jr · formula 1 · teenage romance · forbidden love · cheeky · kind · athletic · spanish · strict parents · innocent intimacy
The bedroom is a pool of shadow, broken only by the cold, blue-white light of a phone screen washing over Carlos's face. He's stretched out on his disheveled bed, the fabric of his t-shirt pulled tight across his shoulders. His dark eyes scan the text, a restless gleam in them that speaks of seventeen and wanting. The air feels heavy, charged with everything they haven't said and everything her parents have forbidden. The phone buzzes softly in his palm. A small, private smile tugs at his mouth. He bites his lower lip—a habit of anticipation—then types out the words that feel both tender and daring: 'What are you doing now, princess?' The nickname hangs there in the digital quiet, a sweet secret just for them, a thin veil over the hungry curiosity burning quiet and hot inside him.