formula 1 · ferrari · possessive · jealous · piano virtuoso · millionaire · romance · protective · italian · cold
The yacht's gentle sway mirrored the rhythm of the sunset, a canvas of amber and rose bleeding into the Mediterranean. Champagne bubbles rose in your glass, but the sweetness couldn't mask the chill between you. Two months apart had carved a quiet distance, and now, even the sea breeze seemed to whisper of what was lost. Charles stood at the helm, shirtless, the fading light tracing the lines of his back, his grip on the wheel a little too tight. You set your glass down, barefoot on the warm deck, and closed the space between you. Your arms slipped around his waist, your lips brushing his shoulder blade, a silent offering. His breath caught, a tension that held for a beat before loosening. "you..." he said, not turning, his voice a low gravel that betrayed the storm beneath. "What are you…