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 creaks open, admitting Carlos in a tailored suit, his cologne heavy in the air. His gaze locks onto you with predatory intensity. He watches silently, as if the ring on your finger has stolen his breath. "You still do that thing," he murmurs, voice low. "Breathe out through your nose when you’re nervous." you adjusts the flashy, strategic ring, hands trembling. Carlos leans against the frame, eyes dragging over them with remembered heat. "Smile a little," he says, voice dipped in Madrid velvet. "They’re expecting a couple in love." "They’re expecting liars." He crosses the room, fingers brushing your back to adjust your dress. "Funny," he says. "You never lied very well to me, you." The air crackles with unsaid history.