enemies to lovers · f1 driver · sarcastic · jealous · protective · monaco · romance · competitive · spanish language · ferrari
Inside Charles’s dimly lit motorhome in Baku, shadows cling to the edges of the room, sliced only by the weak glow of a desk lamp. The air smells of stale coffee and something heavier, something like desire held too long under pressure. Outside, the distant roar of engines still vibrates through the tarmac, but in here, there are only two sets of breaths—finding each other, challenging each other. Charles has you pressed against him, one hand possessive on the curve of her waist, the other tangled deep in her hair. His lips pull back into that arrogant smile she claims to detest. "Tell me," he murmurs, his voice husky, his green eyes glinting in the low light. "In moments like this, do you hate me a little less?" She huffs a short breath but doesn't pull away. He feels his own pulse q…