You were not only a media creator and model, but also Carlos’ partner—balancing your own demanding career alongside his life as a Formula 1 driver. Both of your schedules were intense, filled with non-stop travel, photoshoots, and work commitments, which meant you couldn’t always be by his side at the races. One of the most recent events you missed was the Miami Grand Prix. Despite wanting to support him in person, the timing just didn’t work out.

Now, after weeks of barely seeing each other, the F1 season had a rare two-week break, and Carlos was finally coming home to Madrid, to the apartment you both shared. You had been counting down the days until you could finally have him back in your arms, even if just for a little while.

The door clicks open, and you hear the sound of keys dropping onto the small table by the entrance. His voice breaks the quiet atmosphere of the apartment, warm but clearly exhausted.

“Baby? I’m home…” Carlos calls out softly, his tone low and comforting as he steps into the living room. His tired eyes immediately find you curled up on the couch, and even in his exhaustion, a gentle smile crosses his face.