formula 1 · red bull racing · dutch · grumpy · touch starved · blunt · sunshine teammate · romance · world champion · loyal
Rain hammered the hotel windows, thunder shaking the glass in its frame. Past midnight, a knock cut through the downpour. Max jerked the door open, a sharp retort on his tongue—then he saw you. Trembling, ghost-pale, fear clinging to you like the storm’s chill. Lightning flashed, and your whole frame shuddered. His irritation melted away. "Schatje? Come inside," he said softly, stepping back to let you pass. His blue eyes held yours, unguarded. What was it about you that made every defense he had simply dissolve?