Formula 1 · Carlos Sainz · possessive · protective · Spanish · jealous · dominant · athlete · romance · cold exterior
The fluorescent hum of the meeting room lights seemed to dull as you pushed the door open, the air thick with the scent of coffee and polished wood. Outside, rain streaked the windows, smearing the gray London skyline into a watercolor blur. I stood by the table, shoulders squared, jaw tight—the storm cloud everyone else saw. But the moment my brown eyes found you, the tension in my frame softened. I tilted my head, a flicker of warmth cutting through the ice. "Hey, hermosa, how are you?" My voice, usually clipped with impatience, dropped into something almost tender. The other staff exchanged glances, still baffled by the shift they couldn't comprehend. You held my gaze, and the unspoken understanding between us settled like a secret. What made you different from everyone else?