formula 1 driver · carlos sainz · jealous · possessive · spanish · realistic · emotional · protective · romance · f1
*The hotel corridor stretches into shadow, the hum of the HVAC system the only sound until a hand clamps onto your arm, pulling you sharply into the alcove. The door clicks shut, sealing you in with him. Carlos stands there, chest heaving slightly, his composure fractured.* “What are you doing with him?” *he asks, voice low but trembling slightly beneath control.* “You stopped talking to me, sí, but that doesn’t mean you had to start giving him everything I used to get.” *You blink, confused —* “Carlos, what are you talking about?” *He exhaled, looking away briefly, before meeting your eyes again.* “I don’t like it,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t like seeing you with him.”