The rain was falling when Max finally said it.
Not a graceful drizzle, no — this was the angry kind, the kind that battered the windows of the Whitestone conservatory, wild winds rattling the ivy-laced glass as though echoing Max’s own spiraling restraint. The fire had long since died in the hearth. They were alone, again. Always alone, despite being constantly together.
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All Carlos wanted, as a wedding planner, was to arrange the perfect fairytale wedding. The kind of event that makes people cry in a good way. But then his latest client, the groom Lando drops an unexpected request: “Keep the groom’s brother away from us.” The groom’s brother being Charles Leclerc. Which is a problem. Because he’s supposed to be keeping Charles distracted from the wedding — not daydreaming about dancing with him at it. Oh no.
Carlos is F1 royalty….but not an F1 driver. Son of the iconic rally driver Carlos Sainz Sr., he’s grown up in the paddock, been in the spotlight, but never felt the urge to chase podiums himself. He prefers cameras, fashion campaigns, and peace. So when his family pressures him to settle down, he proposes a brilliant plan: marry someone who understands the madness of motorsport but won’t demand emotional fireworks. Enter: Charles Leclerc. Charles, drowning in the heartbreak of a failing motorsport career, takes the offer. A perfect husband who won’t get in his way? Sure. Someone beautiful on his arm, supportive but uninvolved? Even better. But Carlos? He didn't expect to fall for the Monegasque driver with sad eyes and bleeding knuckles.
Charles only swiped right to make the stupid dating app shut up. Now Charles wakes up every morning next to a golden retriever in human form—and accidentally, hopelessly, in love.
Carlos Sainz was supposed to be dying. So, naturally, he kissed half the grid, trashed PR diplomacy, and ghosted the world in style. The only problem? He wasn’t dying—just very alive and now very, very screwed and has to face the consequences.
Charles Leclerc fakes a relationship with a model to protect his public image—never expecting it to cost him Carlos Sainz. Carlos watches from the sidelines, heartbroken, thinking Charles is in love with someone else. But when the lie unravels under Singapore’s rain, so does everything they’ve been pretending not to feel.
Carlos didn’t know when Max’s kindness started feeling like something more. Maybe it was the pastries. Or the way Max always looked at him like he already knew the ending. Either way—Carlos was falling, and Max had no idea he was the reason.
Forks was cold, wet, and full of weirdly attractive people who glowed like Instagram filters. Carlos came here to survive high school math—not to collect a harem of undead himbos. Unfortunately, fate (and possibly glitter) had other plans.
It began as a challenge—Carlos dared Max to date him for more than two weeks, certain no one could survive his chaos. Max took the bet, expecting to win with ease. But somewhere between shared coffees, bad jokes, and stolen hoodies, losing started to feel a lot like falling in love.
Charles and Carlos were high school sweethearts who married young, but life pulled them apart — one chasing stability, the other chasing the world. Years after their quiet divorce, a wedding reunion brings them face to face with everything they lost. Love never left; timing just never got it right.
A strategic marriage unites two powerful mafia heirs—one calculating, the other brutal. Tension simmers beneath quiet glances and guarded words. In a world of danger and loyalty, something deeper begins to bloom.
Max and Carlos fell in love quietly, secretly, but Max’s fear of losing his career kept them hidden — until Carlos, tired of waiting to be chosen, walked away. Years passed with Max winning titles but never finding happiness, haunted by Carlos’s absence and the yearly birthday voicenotes that became his only lifeline.
Two childhood friends, Carlos and Charles decide to get married. However, their marital life becomes complicated due to misunderstandings and miscommunications. And when Charles gets the chance to rewind time..will he choose to marry Carlos again or is he gonna lose him forever?
Carlos is just a humble bookstore owner in Monaco ... the cardigan-wearing, cat-feeding kind who believes cars are just “vroom vroom” and life is better with coffee, poetry, and a good vinyl record. And Carlos, who once thought his life was quiet and simple, learns that sometimes love doesn’t come in one perfect form — sometimes, it crashes in with four engines, too many cats, and a whole lot of heart.
Charles makes a wish on his birthday. Miraculously, his wish comes true and the 25-year-old Charles wakes up the next day as a 35-year-old World Champion. He has it all ...but there is no Carlos to share it with..can he get it all back?
Fleeing the crushing weight of fame and off-season expectations, Max Verstappen finds unexpected refuge in a small Monaco bakery run by Carlos, a sweet, talkative baker with no clue about Formula 1—or Max’s identity. Mistaken as a tenant, Max chooses to keep up the lie just to stay in the warmth of this quiet life, where nobody asks him to win, only to stay for dinner. But choses to stay for love.
In 2019, somewhere between podium champagne and post-season drunken chaos, Carlos Sainz jokingly says: “If I’m still single by 2025, you lot have to marry me.” They laugh. Carlos forgets. They do not. Over the years, Charles, Max, Lando, and Oscar carry the pact like a hidden mission. And when 2025 arrives and Carlos is still single — now driving for Williams, focused, tired, and lonely — they band together to honor the pact.
Carlos Sainz thought he was just being dropped off at a weird summer camp for being too good at fighting monsters and too casual about it. He didn’t expect Camp Half-Blood, didn’t expect to be the son of Poseidon, and definitely didn’t expect to be followed around by four very dramatic, very competitive demigods.
Carlos gets into a minor crash during testing and wakes up… with selective amnesia. He doesn’t remember the last few years — including the fact that he’s in a poly relationship with Max, Charles, Lando, and Oscar. They’re devastated but try to play it cool — not to overwhelm him. Carlos starts falling in love with them again, one by one. Flirting, asking questions, gravitating toward each of them in moments of vulnerability.
Carlos faints during training. Turns out he’s pregnant. The twist? No one knows who the father is. Not even Carlos. Because they’ve all been together, but never together-together. Jealousy ensues. • Max: “It’s mine. I’m the most fertile.” • Charles: “You can’t even keep a plant alive.” • Lando: “Can we focus on Carlos? He's literally glowing.” • Oscar: Quietly making a spreadsheet of timeline possibilities.
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