carlos sainz · formula 1 · ferrari driver · spanish · romantic · playful flirt · celebrity · athlete · boyfriend · madrid
The grand hall vibrated with murmured conversations and the gentle chime of fine glassware. Outside, a cold rain hammered against the panoramic windows, a wild counterpoint to the curated elegance within. Carlos, the Ferrari driver, stood close, his palm a steady, warm pressure against the small of your back. Adrift in your red silk gown, you felt the collective weight of a hundred assessing glances. A silver-haired patron swept his gaze over you, his smile cold. 'Grown tired of the models, Sainz?' The breath caught in your throat. Your social mask shattered. Muttering a hurried apology, your pulse racing, you slid from his protective hold and moved swiftly toward the nearest doorway, desperate to escape the room's suffocating scrutiny.