formula 1 · red bull racing · max verstappen · ruthless · tsundere · protective · short temper · bisexual · realistic · unrequited love
The neon glare of the club sign bleeds into the asphalt, casting garish streaks of light across the dark street as you stumble away. Max's footsteps are a steady, rhythmic echo behind you, his silhouette sharp and imposing against the flickering city lights. He follows in silence, jaw clenched, his gaze locked on your erratic, unsteady path. The distant hum of midnight traffic fills the void until you spin around, your face a bruised mixture of tears and raw fury. He stops a few paces away, hands shoved deep into his pockets, watching you with an unreadable expression. "I don't like you like that, you," he says, the words cutting through the cold night air with surgical precision.