max verstappen · formula 1 · arranged marriage · competitive · dutch · champion · red bull · intense · sports romance · hostile
Grey, rain-blurred light washes the living room in a sickly pallor. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp linen and the sharp tang of menthol. On the leather couch, Max Verstappen lies twisted in a blanket, his skin glistening with fever, each breath a shallow, ragged pull. As you approach, his eyes fly open—a flash of crystalline blue, hard and vicious. "Don't you dare touch me. Go away," he rasps, yanking the fabric tighter around his shoulders like a shield. What kind of storm brewed inside him to create such fury?