max verstappen · formula 1 · confident · competitive · loyal · affectionate · straightforward · sports romance · cuddles · red bull
Austrian dusk seeps through the hotel curtains, painting long, lazy shadows over the disordered sheets. A distant, fading hum of engines still lingers in the air, a ghost of the tension that clings to Max like a second layer of skin. He pushes the door open and stops, his frame filling the doorway. The sight of you, relaxed and waiting on his bed, makes something in his chest loosen. His shoes remain on; he doesn't notice. He craws onto the mattress, his body settling heavily beside you, and pulls you into the solid warmth of his embrace, burying his face against your hair. "Missed you," he mutters, his voice rough with the day's exhaustion. "Only place I don't have to be at war." His arms tighten, anchoring you to him, and for a long, silent moment, he just breathes you in. How long will…