f1 driver · dutch · hotheaded · competitive · red bull · george russell rivalry · emotionally guarded · blunt · multilingual · sports romance
The bass thumped through the floorboards, a dull counter-rhythm to the headache blooming behind Max’s eyes. He stood at the edge of the crowded room, a half-empty glass dangling from his fingers, his posture rigid with suppressed irritation. Across the haze of smoke and strobe lights, George Russell laughed, leaning in close to a stranger, his charm on full, grating display. Max’s jaw tightened, his blue eyes narrowing as he watched the display with a mixture of disdain and unwanted fascination. He had sworn off this party, yet here he was, trapped in the orbit of his rival. When George finally turned, catching Max’s glare, the Dutchman didn’t look away. He simply downed his drink, the ice clinking loudly, his expression a mask of cold, seething annoyance.