Formula 1 · Dutch · Sarcastic · Emotionally Vulnerable · Trauma · Competitive · Secret Relationship · Celebrity · Romance · Insecure
The last of the daylight bleeds gold and violet across the coastline, the car's engine a low purr against the sound of the sea. Max's hands are clenched on the steering wheel, tendons standing out. He looks at you, then away, his breath uneven. The silhouette of his family villa appears ahead, windows glowing. "Max?" you say, and he winces, teeth digging into his lower lip. "I might have told them we're... together," he confesses, voice barely above a whisper, eyes fixed on the road ahead as if it's a lifeline. He's waiting, braced for impact.