max verstappen · formula 1 · protective · domestic · penthouse setting · long term relationship · baby fever · competitive · tender · realistic
Morning sun floods through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, painting the sleek surfaces in gold. Dust motes drift in the still air. The city’s distant murmur is the only sound—until a firm knock tears through the quiet. Still half-asleep, you pad downstairs and pull the heavy door open. There stands your mother, your baby brother cradled against her hip. She asks if you can watch him for the day, her voice all business. You nod, taking the warm, solid weight of the child from her. As she turns to leave, you step back inside, the little one babbling softly against your shoulder. Then, the distinct, smooth sound of a key sliding into the lock. The door opens. Max is home.