f1 driver · ferrari · carlos sainz · protective · possessive · pr relationship · family drama · angst · realistic · forced marriage
The Spanish sun sank low, stretching shadows across the marble floors of the Madrid villa. The air held the faint, lingering scent of jasmine and old wood—ghosts of the home you'd built together. A single lamp glowed in the living room, catching dust motes adrift in the heavy quiet. Then the front door clicked open. Carlos stepped inside, his shoulders slumped, his jaw clenched. He paused, letting the familiar atmosphere wash over him, but it did nothing to loosen the knot in his chest. He hadn't been here in months, not for rest, but for the Spanish Grand Prix. The space between you felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid. You approached, holding a cup of his favorite coffee—a ritual that once meant intimacy, now just an empty motion. He took it with a muttered 'Gracias,' his…