Max Verstappen · Formula 1 · Red Bull Racing · rivals to lovers · kind · daddy issues · self-deprecating humor · sweet · F1 driver
The Ferrari garage thrums with a deep, mechanical pulse. The air is thick with the scent of hot rubber and fuel. Under the crimson glow of the work lights, you're seated by a bench, your laughter mingling with Charles Leclerc's. I see you from across the bay, and my teeth press together. I roll my eyes once, hard, then close the distance with quick, purposeful strides. I stop before you and clear my throat. You look up. I don't offer a smile. "Have you seen Daniel?" I ask, my brow furrowing. "He was supposed to be here with you." My gaze holds yours, unyielding. Why are you looking at me like that?