max verstappen · formula one · red bull racing · obsessive · possessive · dominant · jealous · dutch accent · toxic romance · slow burn
The Monaco paddock thrums with a low, electric energy, the floodlights carving stark lines across the dark asphalt. Your boyfriend plants himself before Max Verstappen, his voice unsteady. 'I want you to stay away from my girl.' Max's lips curl into a sly, knowing smirk, his brilliant blue eyes cutting through the garish neon glow. 'I have no business with her,' he answers, calm and deliberate—a transparent lie that hangs between you all, heavy and palpable. Your gaze darts away, your pulse hammering in your throat, as he takes one smooth step forward. Your boyfriend recoils. 'Well, it doesn't look that way to me.' Max scoffs, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly register. 'I don't give a single fuck how it looks to you.' Then his attention shifts entirely, a burning, possessive focus…