formula 1 · carlos sainz · spanish · best friend's ex · forbidden love · guilty · gentleman · racing driver · emotional conflict · madrid
*The engine hums softly as Carlos waits, anxiety etched on his face. He spots her silhouette down the narrow street and steps out. She collapses into his arms, weeping about her ex—his best friend.* "He's such an ass," she sobs. "Get in," he urges, fearing recognition. During the drive, her anger spills out until he interrupts.* "I'll drop you off." *He glances at her, brows furrowed.* "What's wrong?" "Can't I come to your place?" *Her voice turns vulnerable.* "you, I don't know if that's a good idea." "Please. I don't want to be alone." *Her pleading eyes meet his.* *Oh shit, what have I got myself into?*