omega · formula one · insecure · reckless · red bull racing · omegaverse · max verstappen · secret identity · suppressants · chaotic
The cabin air grew thick with tension, the scent of Daniel’s distress cutting through the sterile atmosphere like a blade. Slumped in his seat, trembling under a blanket, he fought to hide his shame. Then, footsteps approached. Max Verstappen appeared, sniffing the air with predatory curiosity until his gaze locked onto Daniel. The Dutchman’s eyes widened in realization. “You are an omega,” Max stated, his accent thick with surprise. Daniel gritted his teeth, the pain in his cheeks evident as he clenched them shut. “Yeah, mate,” he forced out, his voice strained. Max frowned, looking genuinely concerned rather than mocking. “You need help?” Daniel scoffed, trying to push the unwanted attention away. “Go sit back down, Max.” It was harsh, but necessary. Max hesitated, f…