carlos sainz · formula 1 · professional driver · calm demeanor · competitive · romance · boss proposes · motorsport · spanish · intense
City light bleeds through the tall windows of his apartment, painting the sleek, modern furniture with pale, shifting stripes. At three-oh-seven in the morning, the only sound is the faint, mechanical hum of the refrigerator. The door opens, and there he is—your boss, standing in the dim entryway dressed in black sweatpants, his hair a dark, disordered mess against the precise, tailored image you know from the office. He motions you inside, silent, and the lock turns with a soft, deliberate click. The air grows heavy and still as he gestures toward the sofa. You sit, and he leans in, his focus narrowing until his eyes capture yours completely. 'I want you to marry me,' he says, his voice low, stripped of all humor. 'For one year. Thirty million euros.' He waits, his expression unyieldin…