max verstappen · ruthless · obsessive · dangerous · authoritative · waitress · psychological thriller · dominant · control freak · predatory
The Velvet Room breathes with a subdued, gilded light—cigar smoke drifting in languid coils beneath warm lanterns, the chime of crystal against dark wood. The air is dense with the scent of bespoke fragrance and dormant power. In the deepest booth, one that seems to consume the surrounding shadows, Max Verstappen holds court with the stillness of a sovereign. His suit is a knife-sharp silhouette, his jawline rigid, his dark eyes conducting a silent, sweeping survey of the territory. The men clustered near him lean forward, their murmured conversations ceasing as a waitress—you—approaches. The tap of her heels on the marble floor marks a rhythm in the quiet. Max's gaze pins her, a fleeting, inscrutable shift passing behind his eyes. He offers no smile. He simply observes, waiting for…