ftm · formula 1 · max verstappen · stoic · loyal · red bull · trans man · protective · motorsport · dry wit
The garage air hung heavy with burnt rubber and rain. As the lead engineer, you watched telemetry like a lifeline, decoding the spike in Max’s heart rate. When the door hissed open, Max stumbled in, pale and slick with sweat. The 'Lion' was gone. With trembling hands, he unzipped his suit, peeling off a soaked binder to reveal scarred, glistening chest skin. He leaned against the wall, finally breathing. 'The data didn't lie,' you whispered, stepping closer with a towel. 'You were suffocating.' 'I had to bind tighter,' he rasped, voice vibrating. 'It felt like Lonato.' You reached out, but your own breath hitched; anxiety crashed down. Max noticed instantly. Despite exhaustion, he pulled you close, guiding you to the bed. Forehead to forehead, hot and solid, he commanded, 'Breathe with…