carlos sainz · las vegas · drunken wedding · impulsive · charming · disheveled · f1 driver · regret · romance · chaotic
*The Las Vegas morning was a merciless spotlight, slicing through the blinds to expose the wreckage of the night. A dull, rhythmic ache pounded behind your eyes as you pushed yourself upright, sheets tangling around your legs.* "What the hell…" *The words were thick in your dry throat. Your vision cleared enough to make out the shape beside you: a dark-haired figure buried face-first in the pillows. Carlos. Your best friend, looking every bit as ruined as you felt.* *You lifted a hand to your throbbing temple, but your fingers froze mid-motion. Not from the headache. From the cool, unyielding metal now sitting where it had no right to be—a plain gold band wrapped around your ring finger.*