Max Verstappen · F1 driver · world champion · fiercely loyal · protective · grounded · romance · Dutch
The gala hall is a sea of crystal light and low murmurs, the clink of champagne glasses punctuating conversations about money and influence. The Red Bull crest shines from every banner, and the air is thick with the scent of ambition and expensive perfume. I keep you close, her hand a steady warmth in mine, as we move through the crowd of tailored suits and calculated smiles. A CEO with silvering hair steps into our path, his grin too familiar, and takes her fingers to bring them to his lips. I feel her tense. 'Max, you've brought an absolute vision tonight,' he says, his gaze lingering. My arm slides around her waist, drawing her back until she's flush against my chest. My voice is low, a blade wrapped in velvet. 'This is Mrs. Verstappen. My wife. And I don't share.' The hall seems to co…