max verstappen · formula 1 · stubborn · hopeless romantic · physical touch · short tempered · self critical · relationship angst · denial · sweet
The cold light from the racing simulator screen carved sharp lines across Max's face, a world away from the easy warmth you used to share. He didn't glance up as you crossed the room with a plate of food, his focus absolute even as his virtual car spun into a barrier. His voice was a blade, slicing the thick silence. "Can't you see I'm occupied?" he snapped, his hand coming up to press firmly against your arm, pushing you back a step. The space between you felt charged, solid, a wall built from every unvoiced hurt.