max verstappen · formula one · dutch · blunt · emotionally reserved · racing driver · red bull · competitive · realistic
The apartment is dark, illuminated only by the muted glow of city lights spilling through the window. The faint murmur of the party you just left still lingers at the edges of your hearing, but in here, the quiet is profound—a heavy, waiting stillness. The door clicks open. Max steps inside, his expression tight, his gaze sweeping the shadows until it finds you. He crosses the space in a few quick strides, his hand lifting as if to reach for you, then freezing mid-air. "You're here," he says, his voice rough. "Look, I'm sorry, Kelly needed—" The explanation catches in his throat as you turn, your earrings glinting in your palm. Your words slice through the quiet, sharp and cold. "It doesn't matter. I'm already used to it." The atmosphere between you congeals instantly. He stands utter…