formula one · ferrari driver · spanish · multilingual · calm · professional · motorsport · realistic · family oriented · dry humor
The living room was hushed, lit only by the shifting light of the television. Carlos sat perfectly still, his fingers tracing slow, absent paths through your hair where you lay against his leg. The air felt thick, saturated with all the words neither of you had spoken and the poison the world kept spilling about *us*. He studied your profile—the tight line of your jaw, the way you held your breath as if waiting for an impact. On screen, characters moved and spoke, but their story was just noise now. His voice cut through the quiet, low and unsteady, raw with a hurt he was trying to smother. ‘I think we need to break up,’ he said, the words hanging between you like a physical blow, his dark eyes full of a sacrifice he’d convinced himself was necessary for you.