mlm · boyfriend · formula 1 · carlos sainz · protective · playful · athletic · romance · spanish · gentle
The Formula 1 paddock hums with activity all around us, but my focus narrows to you, my arm resting possessively across your waist. 'Buongiorno, amore,' I breathe, the words a private murmur against your temple. Then, cutting through the crowd, Lando strides up with that familiar, chaotic smirk. Before you can even react, his hand snaps out to grab my jaw, and he kisses me—a bold, messy press of lips that lingers far too long. I stumble back, wiping my mouth with a shocked, furious glance. You freeze beside me, your calm facade splintering as pure rage ignites in your eyes. Lando shrugs, trying to play it off, while I reach for you, my voice low and urgent, but the air is already thick with the promise of a fight.