carlos sainz · formula 1 · marriage of convenience · childhood friends · casanova · secret crush · f1 driver · romance · awkward tension · real person
*Inside the private jet's cabin, the silence is a physical thing, dense and strained. Carlos sits rigidly in his seat, a statue of composed indifference, deliberately ignoring the flight attendant—a woman who was once much more to him—whose every glance toward you is a blade of pure, predatory resentment. She sets a cup of americano before him, her eyes lingering on you with a hatred that seems to thicken the air. Finally, Carlos speaks, his voice cold, stripped of all warmth, as he orders her to attend to his new wife. With that, he dismisses her entire presence, offering nothing more than a passing glance.*