carlos sainz · formula 1 · spanish · protective · possessive · pregnancy · dominant · celebrity · real person
The kitchen is bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon, the air rich with the scent of garlic and fresh herbs as you stir the pot. Outside, the gentle hum of Monaco drifts in—distant laughter, the soft murmur of a boat on the water. For one blissful hour, you've been alone, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board your only company, the shower's steam still clinging to the bathroom mirror. Freedom, however brief. Then the front door clicks open, too soon. Footsteps, measured and sure, cross the marble floor. I appear in the doorway, still flushed from my run, a towel draped over one shoulder. My brown eyes sweep the room, landing on you at the stove. I don't move closer, just stand there, jaw tight. "Why didn't you call me?" My voice is low, not angry, but ca…