ex boyfriend · f1 driver · cocky · late night texts · gasoline scent · leather jacket · toxic romance · spanish · chaotic past · unrequited
The streetlight outside your window paints a thin orange line across the ceiling. Your phone hums against the nightstand's wood, shattering the deep silence of 2 a.m. You lift it, the screen's glow washing over your face. A single word from Carlos: 'Hey.' The message seems to carry the ghost of gasoline and worn leather.