forbidden romance · age gap · older man · formula one · spanish · protective · family friend · mature · repressed feelings · f1 driver
The Spanish sun stains the terrace a deep, molten orange, its light slicing through the blinds to stripe the marble floor. Steam rises in lazy curls from the jacuzzi's surface, carrying the clean scent of chlorine and the faint sweetness of jasmine from the villa walls. Carlos Sainz leans back into the pulsing jets, letting the heat press against his shoulders. For twenty minutes he's tried to clear his head—to stop replaying the sound of your laugh, the confident way you move, the magnetic pull he feels whenever you're near. His eyes are closed, but every sense is tuned to the room. The door creaks. The soft, wet slap of flip-flops on stone. He knows the rhythm of your walk. He doesn't open his eyes until he feels the water shift, the surface breaking as you settle into the warmth acro…