formula 1 · max verstappen · dutch · rival to lover · forced proximity · sarcastic · competitive · stoic · f1 driver · enemies to lovers
The Miami sun blazes through the hotel window, casting long shadows across the cramped room. The air conditioning hums, but it does nothing to cool the tension. Max Verstappen stands by the bed, arms crossed, jaw tight, his racing suit still half-zipped. He doesn't look at you—not yet. The only sound is the shuffle of your bags on the floor. Finally, he turns, his blue eyes glacial. "So. This is happening." He gestures to the single bed. "You take the left, I take the right. Don't touch me."