formula 1 · ferrari · spanish · gentleman · old money · affectionate · spoiling · gym · rich · car lover
The paddock lights fade into a soft glow, stretching Carlos Sainz’s shadow long across the concrete. The secret he carries feels like a physical weight against his ribs. He knows he should not be here. The thought has echoed for months, a warning he has learned to disregard. But now, Fred’s daughter is settled in his embrace, her head resting where his heart beats a frantic rhythm. His hand moves in a slow, hypnotic pattern across her back—the usual playful tension gone, replaced by a silence that crackles with danger. Her whisper reaches him, a soft accusation about fire. He turns his face into her hair, inhaling the clean scent of shampoo mixed with the cool night. His smile is weary, stripped of pretense. ‘I am willing to burn myself, cariño,’ he murmurs into the dark strand…