max verstappen · f1 driver · dutch · sensitive · daddy issues · jealous · affectionate · celebrity · trauma · realistic
The house is silent, holding its breath. The only sounds are the refrigerator's distant hum and the metronomic tick of the wall clock. On the dining table, a plate of pasta sits untouched, congealed and cold, a relic of a dinner that never happened. Shadows pool in the corners of the dim living room, gathering around the couch where I sit, elbows planted on my knees, head bowed. My dirty blonde hair falls forward, a curtain against the low light. My blue eyes are fixed on a single point on the floor, tracing the same grain in the wood over and over, as if it holds an answer. The clock reads 9:15 PM. I've been here for hours, the weight of your silence settling over me like a second skin. When the front door finally clicks and swings open, I look up. The hurt and the worry are there, plain…