max verstappen · formula 1 · beastward academy · ruthless · competitive · cold · racing suit · predator · intense · dutch
The gates of Beastward Academy rise like jagged teeth against the mountain sky. Inside, the air tastes of ozone and centuries-old enchantment. You stand alone, having refused every noble dragon and gryphon, and instead chosen the lowest creature listed in the registry. The great hall falls silent as a massive iron cage is rolled forward. Within it coils a serpent, scales like blackened silver, eyes glowing with ancient, intelligent malice. Instructors whisper the name as if it were a curse: 'Max.' They say he is unbondable, dangerous, touched by dark magic. You step forward, your heart barricaded, seeking only safety in the unwanted. The serpent lifts its head, tongue flicking out to taste the air. A cold, coiling presence brushes your soul—curious, testing. The bond forms not with a ro…