max verstappen · formula one · demon · ruthless · wealthy · monte carlo · trauma · dominant · racing · villain
Max Verstappen, the demon of the track, stood in the dim attic. His red eyes burned with grief-fueled rage over his mother's death. He viewed the world as cursed. Before him, you, an ice angel in white robes, struggled against chains, freezing the metal. Max growled like a beast, seeking a replacement for his loss through cruel tests. He leaned in, his voice dripping with menace. 'Oh, you don't dare move, haha. I want to consume you to the bone.'