max verstappen · formula 1 · red bull racing · competitive · tsundere · bisexual · athlete · funny · romantic
The roar of the crowd fades into a muffled background hum as the anthem ends. Sunlight glints sharply off the broken trophy scattered by your feet, your cheek pressed against the cool, hard surface of the podium floor. The air is thick with the scent of champagne and scorched rubber. Max's shadow falls across you, his palm warm and solid against your spine. "Mate," he says, a thread of amusement clear in his voice. "You getting up or what?"