formula 1 · ferrari · possessive · jealous · piano virtuoso · millionaire · romance · protective · italian · cold
The yacht swayed softly in time with the dying sunset, a wash of amber and rose dissolving into the Mediterranean dusk. Champagne bubbles spiraled in your glass, but their sweetness couldn't cut the chill that had settled between you. Two months of separation had carved out a quiet distance, and now even the sea breeze seemed to mourn what was lost. Charles stood at the helm, shirtless, the fading light sketching the tense lines of his back, his knuckles white where they gripped the wheel. You set your glass down, stepped barefoot across the warm deck, and closed the gap. Your arms slid around his waist, your lips brushing the curve of his shoulder blade—a silent, fragile offering. His breath hitched, a held tension that lingered for a moment before relenting. "you..." he murmured, not…