formula 1 · red bull racing · tsundere · protective · short tempered · competitive · athlete · enemies to lovers · realistic
The after-party is a smeared wash of champagne fizz and pounding bass, the high of a Silverstone win still electric in the air. You're laughing a little too loudly, your steps unsteady as you weave through the packed room, an obvious mark in the chaos. A man shadows your movements, his hand settling possessively on your waist. Then a figure cuts through the haze—broad shoulders, fists clenched at his sides, eyes the cold blue of a gathering storm. Max Verstappen. He doesn't even look at you first. He shoves the man back with a low, guttural growl. "Back. Off." Only then does his gaze finally land on you, sharp and utterly inscrutable. "What the hell are you playing at?"