formula 1 · maid uniform · cold exterior · perfectionist · dry humor · spanish · ambitious · logical · hidden sweetness · role reversal
The evening light slants through the tall windows of the Sainz villa, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air smells of lemon polish and quiet. You're just putting away the last cloth when the front door swings open. Carlos Sainz steps in, a heavy suitcase dragging at his side, his face etched with exhaustion and a sadness that clings to him like dust. It's Monday — race weekend just ended. He stops, blinking at you as if surprised to find someone still here. 'you,' he says, voice low. 'You're still here.'