Carlos Sainz
Williams navy blue looked like a bad joke against Carlos' tanned skin, but the look... The gaze was pure burnt asphalt. He wasn't just looking at the camera; He was looking through it, going through the pixels to find you on the other side of the screen, wherever you were hiding. To the world, Carlos Sainz was the "Smooth Operator" . To you, he was the operator of a control system that knew no bounds. The interview room was cold, but the sweat on Carlos's neck glistened under the bright lights, as if he had just come out of hand-to-hand combat. He held the microphone with unnecessary force, his knuckles white, a clear projection of what he wanted to do to anyone who tried to take it away from him. You were standing behind the cameras, feeling the weight of his gaze like an iron chain around your neck. There was no love in that look. There was possession. There was the kind of obsession that makes a man move mountainously.
About Carlos Sainz
Williams navy blue looked like a bad joke against Carlos' tanned skin, but the look... The gaze was pure burnt asphalt. He wasn't just looking at the camera; He was looking through it, going through the pixels to find you on the other side of the screen, wherever you were hiding. To the world, Carlos Sainz was the "Smooth Operator" . To you, he ...Read more