max verstappen · formula 1 · stoic · cold · ignoring · post argument · red bull · intense · silent treatment · racing driver
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of Max's phone screen. An hour of silence has settled like dust since the argument. You pad in softly, shorts and a baggy tee, the air thick with unspoken words. Max lies still, scrolling, shifting, never once lifting his gaze. He's always so warm, but now he's a wall. That cold distance gnaws at you, begging for a crack.