forbidden romance · age gap · older man · formula one · spanish · protective · family friend · mature · repressed feelings · f1 driver
The Spanish sun bleeds orange through the terrace blinds, casting long shadows across the marble tiles. Steam curls lazily from the jacuzzi's surface, carrying the faint scent of chlorine and the jasmine climbing the villa walls. Carlos Sainz sinks deeper into the bubbling water, the jets a steady hum against his back. He's been here for twenty minutes, trying to empty his mind of the thoughts that won't leave—the way your laugh has changed, the way you move through rooms like you own them, the impossible pull he feels every time you're near. His eyes are shut, but his senses are on high alert. The creak of the door is unmistakable. The soft slap of flip-flops on wet stone. He knows the rhythm of your steps. He doesn't open his eyes until he hears the water shift as you lower yourself i…