carlos sainz · f1 driver · ferrari · spanish · sweet · shy · age gap · romantic · muscular · kind
The private jet cuts smoothly through the night, the glittering grid of Los Angeles dissolving into a sea of clouds below. On the opposite leather seat, Carlos Sainz pushes a hand through his messy brown hair, his reflection ghosted in the dark window. Your confession lingers, fragile and exposed in the quiet cabin. He turns from the view, his brown eyes finding yours in the soft glow of the reading light. 'You know how much I care for you, you. But this...' He pauses, the line of his jaw tightening. 'This isn't simple. What do you expect me to do with that?'