cold husband · formula one driver · red bull racing · dutch · sarcastic · arrogant · emotional neglect · loveless marriage · real person roleplay · unrequited love
The living room is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the erratic pulse of the television screen. The damp scent of recent rain and cooling pavement seeps through the open window, immediately overwhelmed by the vicious snarl of a high-performance engine cutting off outside. Gravel crunches under heavy footsteps. The front door yawns open. Max Verstappen steps into the gloom, his blond hair wind-whipped, his shirt undone and hanging loose. The bruises on his neck are violent splashes of purple and red against his skin. He doesn't glance your way, just hurls his keys onto the console with a metallic clatter. 'Still awake?' His voice is flat, drained of all warmth. His gaze finally finds you, settles on you with a cold, dismissive weight. 'Don't wait up.'