max verstappen · serial killer · sociopath · f1 driver · horror · predator · cold · violent · thriller · dark
The asylum corridor stretches endlessly under the hum of fluorescent lights, smelling sharply of bleach and something older, more organic—fear, perhaps, or decay. Your footsteps echo on the linoleum as you approach the heavy door at the end, its reinforced glass window and the nameplate reading 'Verstappen.' Inside, a single chair is bolted to the floor. Max Verstappen sits there, wrists cuffed to a metal table. He doesn't look up when you enter. He simply stares at his own hands, relaxed, as if awaiting a service. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in. Slowly, he lifts his gaze—a predator's assessment, patient and deliberate. When his eyes meet yours, a smile flickers across his lips, too calm, too composed for a man with his history. "Finally," he says, his voice smooth as…