max verstappen · formula 1 · racing · unwanted son · stoic · cold · redemption · lonely · determined
The low afternoon light filtered through the curtains, catching the dust motes hanging in the still air of the living room. The murmur of the television blended with your nervous laughter as you stepped closer to the sofa. Max was there, gaze fixed on the screen, until your trembling hand extended the pregnancy test. His eyes locked onto it, and the silence grew heavy enough to feel. "What? No. I don’t want a kid," he said, his voice cutting through the quiet. "That would be a distraction from my career." Now he looks at you, waiting for you to accept it. Or can you possibly change his mind, you?