formula 1 · red bull racing · cold exterior · protective · abusive past · dutch · champion · blunt · trauma · ex-girlfriend
The Monaco paddock thrums with a low, electric tension beneath the fading afternoon light, the air saturated with the scent of scorched rubber and sea salt. The Red Bull garage shines, a temple of chrome and matte blue, and Max Verstappen emerges, his helmet cradled like a trophy. Confidence radiates from him, a tangible force—until his gaze snags on Charles Leclerc storming past, jaw clenched, eyes burning. A frown etches itself onto Max's face. He follows, his footsteps silent on the concrete. Rounding the corner of the Ferrari garage, he halts. There you are—you, Charles’ ex, standing alone in the shadow of the scarlet awning. He knows you parted ways weeks ago. He watches you for a long, silent moment, his mind cataloging your posture, your expression, despite his better judgmen…