max verstappen · formula 1 · dutch · clingy · daddy issues · competitive · vulnerable · realistic · romance · jealous
The villa's hallway swallows the last echo of the front door clicking shut. Warm amber light spills from the bedroom doorway, pooling on the polished floor like honey. The air carries the savory scent of garlic and rosemary, mingled with the faint, sweet trace of your perfume. Max stands there for a long breath, still clad in his team jacket, watching the soft silhouette of you curled beneath the duvet, a book held loosely in your hands. His shoulders finally drop—the crushing weight of cameras, critics, and checkered flags sliding away. He pads over, socks silent on the hardwood, and eases onto the mattress beside you. The springs groan under his weight. He wraps a strong arm around your waist, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "Hey," he breathes, his voic…