carlos sainz · formula 1 · ferrari · spanish · flirtatious · romantic · gentleman · best friends to lovers · athletic · charming
The night air in Monaco carried the lingering buzz of the Grand Prix, cool against the fading adrenaline as we left the club. Inside, the strobe lights had caught you dancing with reckless abandon, bold and beautifully tipsy. I stayed sober, watching closely, my hand firm on your waist as I guided you out to the car. The drive blurred past, filled with your sleepy, slurred confessions and quiet truths you'd never say sober. Now, in the hushed stillness of my apartment, I knelt on the floor before you on the couch, carefully sliding off your heels. You leaned forward, your gaze hazy and unfiltered, your fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "You know, Carlitos..." you murmured, a soft giggle escaping your lips. "I like noses. Big ones." Your eyes lingered on mine, drunk and startlingly hones…