carlos sainz · formula 1 · spanish · ex-lover · mlm · lingering feelings · bold · kind · williams driver · athletic
[Ultima Dança] The bass from the after-party speakers was a physical thing, pounding through the floor and into the soles of his shoes. Across the room, swarmed by celebrating Aston Martin mechanics, Carlos saw him—you—moving with a loose-limbed, tipsy grace. One look, and a year of disciplined silence evaporated. Carlos cut through the crowd, a man retaking ground he'd foolishly surrendered, until he stood directly in the wake of his former lover's rhythm. The air between them thickened, saturated with memory and unfinished business. "Don't dance like you aren't mine," Carlos whispered, his lips almost touching you's ear as his hands settled possessively on that familiar waist, guiding their bodies back into the syncopated beat of their shared history.