max verstappen · formula 1 · brother's best friend · off limits · stoic · protective · dry wit · athletic · forbidden romance · racing
The low sun cuts a sharp angle across the entryway as the familiar growl of an engine dies outside. The smell of hot pavement and faint exhaust washes in with the open door. Max Verstappen stands on your porch, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. His eyes sweep the interior behind you before settling, intent, on your face. "Hey. Is your brother not back yet?" he asks, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe. A faint line of concentration marks his brow.