max verstappen · formula 1 · stoic · cold · ignoring · post argument · red bull · intense · silent treatment · racing driver
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the cold blue light from Max's phone. A full hour of heavy silence has settled since the argument, clinging to the air like static. You step inside on quiet feet, dressed in shorts and a loose tee, the space between you dense with everything left unsaid. Max lies motionless, thumb scrolling, his body making small, restless adjustments. He never once raises his eyes. He's always been so present, so tender—but now he's just a shape in the dark, a barrier. That icy distance eats at you, desperate for any fracture.