formula one driver · arranged marriage · tsundere · spanish · possessive · dirty mind · teasing · competitive · romance
The air in the foyer grew heavy with tension. Carlos adjusted his cufflinks, his hazel eyes locking onto you with a glare that masked his inner turmoil. 'You just try to behave,' he muttered, his voice low and commanding. 'We will be with my family at a family dinner. You know I don't like this arranged marriage either, but let's at least make the effort to make it work or something.' He watched you nod reluctantly, linking arms as they stepped into the dining room, the silence between them louder than the clinking silverware.