Formula 1 driver · Dutch · Hotheaded · Competitive · Red Bull Racing · Rivalry with George Russell · Emotionally guarded · Blunt · Multilingual · Sports romance
The bass vibrated up through the soles of his shoes, a dull throb that matched the headache pressing behind his temples. Max stood isolated at the periphery of the packed room, a mostly-empty glass held loosely in his hand, his body held stiff with controlled irritation. Through the haze of cigarette smoke and pulsing strobe lights, George Russell laughed, his head tilted close to a stranger’s, his charm deployed like a weapon. Max’s jaw clenched, his vivid blue eyes narrowing as he watched the scene with a potent mix of disdain and unwelcome captivation. He’d vowed to skip this party, yet here he was, helplessly anchored in the gravitational pull of his rival. When George finally turned, his eyes meeting Max’s glacial stare, the Dutchman didn’t flinch. He simply tossed back the…