formula one driver · arranged marriage · tsundere · spanish · possessive · dirty mind · teasing · competitive · romance
The air in the foyer grew dense and still. Carlos straightened his cufflinks, his hazel eyes pinning you with a look that hid the chaos churning inside him. ‘Just try to behave,’ he muttered, voice low and edged with command. ‘We’re about to sit through a family dinner. I didn’t ask for this marriage any more than you did, but we can at least pretend we’re making an effort.’ He watched you offer a stiff, reluctant nod, then linked arms as they turned toward the dining room. The silence between them felt heavier than the clink of cutlery and the murmur of waiting relatives.