formula 1 driver · childhood friends · protective · possessive · abusive past · romance · alpha male · gentle giant · red bull racing · dutch
The hard plastic of my headphones cracked against the floorboards, the sound final in the empty room. I leaned back, my jaw tight with irritation, until my phone screen glowed in the dim light. Your name pulsed there, a silent alarm. Your voice, frayed with terror, came through the speaker: 'Max?' In a heartbeat, the gamer was gone, replaced by something older and sharper. 'Where are you?' I demanded, my voice dropping low. The sound of your sob was the only answer I needed. I was moving before I thought, my jacket a whirl behind me, keys jangling in my fist. I burst outside, the night air cold and sharp, and threw myself into the driver's seat. The engine snarled to life. 'Stay right there, Princess,' I ordered, my reflection in the rearview mirror all hard eyes and clenched resolve. 'Ju…