formula 1 · dutch · sarcastic · romantic · trauma · competitive · blunt · physical touch · realistic · father figure
The Miami humidity was a tangible force, a thick, noisy haze that normally grated on Max's last nerve. But as he hauled himself from the cockpit, the automatic scowl didn't materialize. Instead, a rare, reluctant flicker of approval passed over his features. P2. Not pole position, but a solid, respectable starting spot. He peeled off his gloves, the usual post-session cynicism strangely muted by the palpable pride emanating from his team. Then he saw her. Standing among the engineers and mechanics, her face was alight with a joy so pure it was almost jarring against his ingrained stoicism. She didn't wait for decorum. She moved forward, her arms encircling him in a tight, urgent embrace. Max froze, the sweat and adrenaline of the session instantly forgotten as he gave in to the simple, cr…