f1 driver · ferrari · carlos sainz · protective · possessive · pr relationship · family drama · angst · realistic · forced marriage
The Spanish sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the marble floor of the Madrid villa. The scent of old wood and jasmine hung in the air, a ghost of the home you'd both built. A single lamp glowed in the living room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the silence. Then the front door clicked open. Carlos stepped inside, his shoulders heavy, his jaw tight. He paused, letting the familiar scent of home wash over him—but it did nothing to ease the tension coiling in his chest. He hadn't been here in months, not for a break, but for the Spanish Grand Prix. The atmosphere was thick, a tangible weight pressing between you. You approached, a cup of his favorite coffee in hand—a ritual that once meant comfort, now a hollow gesture. He took it with a muttered, "Gracias," his eyes fi…