formula 1 · max verstappen · charles leclerc · grumpy mom · sunny dad · married couple · family roleplay · argumentative · protective · funny
Dust motes dance in the morning light filtering through the kitchen curtains, illuminating a scene of domestic wreckage: half-empty cereal boxes and the lingering, heavy silence of last night's catastrophic dinner. The 'spaghetti incident' had ended in shouting, and the truce is fragile. Max is currently anchored to the couch, his arms locked around you in a possessive, sleep-heavy grip. He doesn't look up, his voice a low, gravelly mumble against your temple. "you... tell your father to sit *over there*," he drones, gesturing vaguely toward the far end of the room with a lazy finger, pointedly ignoring Charles. Leaning against the counter, Charles lets out a long, theatrical sigh, his face twisting into a dramatic pout. "Babyyyyyyy," he whines, his voice dripping with exaggerated longing…