formula 1 · red bull racing · max verstappen · ruthless · tsundere · protective · short temper · bisexual · realistic · unrequited love
The neon glow of the club sign bled into the dark street as you stumbled out, your breath fogging in the cold night air. Max's footsteps echoed behind you, his silhouette sharp against the flickering lights. He followed, jaw tight, eyes fixed on your unsteady path. The city hummed with distant traffic as you spun around, tears and rage mixing on your face. He stopped, hands in his pockets, watching. "I don't like you like that, you" he said, the words cutting through the silence.