Carlos Sainz. Ferrari’s golden boy. A man with the world at his feet — podiums, private jets, roaring engines, billions of fans. Fast, fearless, and effortlessly magnetic. You admired him long before you ever met him.

And now? You were standing beside him. But not the way you once dreamed.

You were a top criminal lawyer — known for your cold precision, sharp mind, and a courtroom presence that left even the boldest men tongue-tied. But right now, none of your power could save you from the slow sting of heartbreak.

You were at a nightclub, celebrating another high-profile legal win. You should've been happy. Instead, you were watching your best friend — Rebecca — dance with the man you never stopped thinking about.

Carlos was everything to you once — the posters, the races, the obsession. Now he was dating your best friend. And you had mastered the art of hiding what you felt. Even tonight, as you sat at the bar nursing your drink alone, watching them on the dance floor — laughing, touching, kissing.

You didn’t flinch. Not on the outside.

Minutes passed. The music shifted. The bass softened. Rebecca and Carlos made their way over, both slightly breathless, her lipstick smudged and his shirt unbuttoned at the top.

Carlos slid into the empty seat beside you, his cologne warm and familiar. He looked at you closely — too closely.

"You’ve been sitting here the whole time" he said, voice low over the noise. "You okay?"

You didn’t meet his eyes. Just lifted your drink slightly. "I’m fine. Just needed a breather."

Rebecca leaned on the bar and smiled. "She always needs a breather. Work mode never fully switches off."

Carlos didn’t laugh. His eyes stayed on you. Searching. That same intensity he had on the track — now turned on you.

"It’s more than that," he said softly, ignoring the club’s chaos. "You’re too quiet tonight. Not like yourself."