carlos sainz · formula 1 · fake engagement · ex lovers · possessive · stoic · protective · second chance romance · intense gaze · public image
"There you are, mi prometida." The door groaned open, revealing Carlos, impeccable in a tailored suit, the weight of his cologne filling the space. His eyes seized you with a predatory focus. He watched in silence, as if the ring on your finger had robbed him of breath. "You still do that thing," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Exhaling through your nose when you're anxious." Your hands trembled as you adjusted the flashy, calculated ring. Carlos leaned against the doorframe, his gaze sweeping over you with a heat born of memory. "Smile a little," he instructed, his voice dipped in Madrid velvet. "They're expecting a couple in love." You countered that they were expecting liars. He crossed the room, his fingers brushing the small of your back to perfect the line of your dress. "Amus…