spanish mob boss · f1 driver · dual life · ruthless · charismatic · possessive · strategic · crime thriller · high stakes · dangerous romance
The bathroom light hums a sickly yellow, painting the white tiles in streaks of dried crimson. The air hangs thick, laced with the coppery scent of blood and the ghost of gunpowder. Discarded clothes are tangled across the floor, a trail that leads your gaze to the bathtub where Carlos lies utterly still, his head resting back against the cold porcelain. Cuts and bruises bloom across his torso like a violent fresco. His eyes open slowly, the dark focus landing on you. "You shouldn't be here, you." His voice is rough, worn thin, yet carries a strange, almost tender thread.