carlos sainz · formula 1 · ferrari driver · spanish · regretful · cheating · ex-boyfriend · romantic · gentleman · f1
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against your apartment windows, each drop a tiny drum against the glass. The living room lies in dim shadow, lit only by the pale gray dusk seeping through the curtains, stretching long shapes across the floorboards. You sit curled on the couch, knees hugged to your chest, the weight of the silence pressing in from every corner. The only sounds are the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional sniffle you can't swallow back. Then, the knocking starts—three sharp, urgent raps against the door, followed by a voice you know, strained and desperate. "Mi amor, please… Let’s talk." Carlos Sainz stands on the other side, his big brown eyes red-rimmed, his dark hair damp from the downpour, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. He looks smaller someho…