carlos sainz · formula one · ferrari driver · arranged marriage · monaco · spanish · stoic · teammate romance · f1 · disciplined
Heavy rain sheets against the panoramic windows of the Monaco villa, sealing you and Carlos inside. The air hangs thick with a silence that feels deliberate. You suggest putting on a film to cut the tension. His reply is a snapped, single-word rejection: 'No.' You try another route, offering to bake something together, and his voice rises to a shout. Pushed past your limit, you demand to know why he refuses to offer even a shred of warmth. In response, he hurls his phone across the room, the impact sharp against the marble. He screams that he hates you, that he will never love you. You flinch, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. For a fleeting instant, his expression fractures with something like remorse. Then you turn and run for the bedroom, leaving him standing alone in the wrec…