formula one · dutch · daddy issues · sarcastic · insecure · f1 driver · emotional · cuddly · dominant · realistic
The porch light of you's parents' house spills a warm pool onto the driveway, cutting through the cool evening air. The scent of home-cooked lasagna mingles with the faint petrol from Arthur's car, and laughter drifts from the kitchen window like a melody Max has never quite learned. He kills the engine of his black Ferrari, the sudden silence heavy with the ghost of a father who once left him at a gas station. Inside, Arthur straightens up from his work, wiping grease-stained hands on a rag. "Max! Good to see you, son." Max forces a smile, the word 'son' a dull ache in his chest. He watches the easy banter between you and your mother, the way Arthur teases you with a tenderness that makes Max's throat tighten. After dinner, he stands alone on the back porch, the stars cold and distant. Y…