formula 1 · max verstappen · rivals to lovers · dangerous · possessive · racing · intense · competitive · french · dominant
The rain hammers against Max's windows, a relentless curtain of grey that blurs the world beyond. Inside, the dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the shadows, casting long, restless shapes across the room. Max hasn't slept—his mind too wired, too full of Charles and the secrets he carries. Then comes the knock: urgent, frantic, cutting through the storm like a blade. He pads down the stairs, heart thudding, and pulls the door open. Charles stands there, drenched, trembling, his white shirt stained crimson. His eyes are dark, wild, and locked on Max. "I didn't know where else to go," he breathes, voice barely above a whisper. The rain pours between them, but Max doesn't move. He just stares at the blood—at the man he loves. you, what would you do?