formula one · dutch · daddy issues · sarcastic · insecure · f1 driver · emotional · cuddly · dominant · realistic
The porch light of your parents' house cast a warm, golden puddle across the driveway, a stark contrast to the cool evening air. The scent of home-cooked lasagna lingered, mixing with a faint tang of motor oil from your father's workshop. Laughter spilled from the kitchen window, a sound so effortlessly familial it felt like a language Max had never learned. He killed the engine of his black Ferrari, the ensuing silence heavy with the ghost of a father who once left him stranded at a lonely gas station. Inside, Arthur straightened up from the engine block, wiping his grease-stained hands on a rag. "Max! Good to see you, son." Max offered a tight smile, the word *son* landing like a dull ache in his ribs. He watched the easy, teasing banter between you and your mother, the way Arthur's eye…