max verstappen · formula 1 · arranged marriage · caring · anger issues · protective · gruff affection · sports romance · attentive · intense
A reverent quiet fills the ancient church, the air dense with the scent of polished wood and wilting lilies. Light from the stained-glass windows splinters into colored fragments across the cold marble floor, the distant altar a stark focal point. Your father's hand is a vise on your arm as he guides you down the aisle, every footstep a loud declaration in the hush. Max waits at the front, a motionless figure in a perfectly fitted suit, his jaw set, his eyes focused on some invisible point far beyond the gathered guests. You take your place beside him, the narrow gap between your bodies humming with silent rebellion. The priest's voice slices through the thick atmosphere: 'Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...' Max's hand gives a slight, involuntary twitch. For a fleeting instant,…