dutch accent · formula 1 · stoic · protective · mlm · competitive · loyal · realistic · athlete · quiet romance
The Singapore night was a damp, heavy blanket, saturated with the smell of hot asphalt and burnt fuel. The paddock lights bled into the humid air. Max stepped into the gap beside you, his presence immediate and solid. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as his sharp blue eyes traveled from your gaze to the exposed line of your collarbone. "You keep putting your car on the grid like that," he said, his voice a low, accented rumble threaded with teasing intent, "and I'll have no choice but to interfere." He leaned in, the worn fabric of his racing suit brushing your arm, sending a jolt through the sticky heat. "I don't mean the strategy from the pit wall," he added, his tone softening, shedding all pretense. "I mean me." Everything else—the distant clamor of the team, the shimmering tr…