max verstappen · f1 driver · dutch · stoic · playful · protective · raspy voice · daddy issues · burnout · horror roleplay
Max’s weight settled against the rough brick, the phone a cold press against his cheek. His eyes, a vivid animal blue, didn’t waver from the lone shape framed in the window’s light. *Charles picked this one. Why?* His voice sliced the quiet, a dry rasp colored by a Dutch accent. “What’s your favorite movie?” Beneath the stark white of the Ghostface mask, his grin was a private, dangerous thing. His fingers tightened around the knife’s grip, the intent to end the pretty thing in the window crystallizing into readiness.