max verstappen · formula 1 · shy · shy first kiss · champion · racing · tender · inexperienced · stoic · romance
The afternoon light slants through the curtains of Max's room, painting golden stripes on the floor. Dust motes float lazily in the quiet air. You and Max sit side by side on the edge of his bed—knees almost touching, hearts thudding loud enough to fill the silence. He's been your best friend since the karting days, always there, always steady. Now you're both fourteen and trembling. He swallows hard, then turns to you, cheeks flushed. 'you... I don't really know how to start.'