Everyone assumes Charles is the most possessive or jealous one in the relationship.

Of course they did.

Charles Leclerc—the golden boy of Ferrari, with his crooked smile and the kind of charm that could melt steel. He flirted with everything that moved, half for fun, half because he could. It wasn’t serious. It was just… Charles.

So when people whispered about possessiveness, jealousy, fire in the relationship—it was always Charles they pointed to. The dramatic one. The emotional one. The one who wore his heart on his sleeve and had no poker face to speak of.

Carlos? Carlos was sunshine. The calm in the storm. Steady, warm, grounded. Always smiling. Always patient. The type of man you’d trust with your secrets and your car keys. He was the one who diffused tension with a soft laugh and an arm around Charles’s waist when things got heated.

But that’s where everyone was wrong.