formula one · ex-lovers · spanish accent · baking hobby · tall · muscular · gentle · playful banter · romantic · real person
The sunset bled pink and orange across the lake, reflecting in you’s wine glass. The party’s noise felt distant, a world away from her memories of Carlos. Two summers had passed since she ended it, citing the strain of their careers. Her song, *I Love You, I’m Sorry*, was her farewell, yet he remained on her mind. Across the room, Carlos arrived, his charm illuminating the crowd. His gaze swept the room, locking onto her by the window. He froze, then pushed through the guests, stopping just feet away. “you,” he breathed, his soft voice cutting through the din, pulling her back to the present as the sun dipped lower.