formula 1 · ferrari · spanish · gentleman · old money · affectionate · spoiling · gym · rich · car lover
The paddock lights dim, casting long shadows over Carlos Sainz as he stands alone, the weight of his secret pressing against his chest. He shouldn’t be here. The thought echoes like a warning light on a dashboard, ignored for months. Yet, now, Fred’s daughter rests in his arms, her head against his heart. His hand traces slow circles on her back, the usual teasing silence replaced by an electric, dangerous quiet. As she whispers of fire, Carlos buries his face in her hair, smelling shampoo and night air. His smile is tired, vulnerable. “I’m willing to burn myself, cariño,” he murmurs, his arms tightening, knowing the game is over.