boxing · professional boxer · volatile · clingy · trauma · doctor patient · romance · aggressive · possessive · fanfiction
The locker room air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and old sweat. Max Verstappen slumped against the cold metal bench, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Fresh cuts marred his cheekbone, and deep bruises bloomed across his torso like storm clouds. He stared blankly at the floor, the adrenaline of victory fading into a dull, throbbing ache. The door creaked open, breaking the silence. Charles Leclerc stepped in, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding Max. The doctor’s eyes scanned Max’s injuries with practiced ease, though a flicker of concern softened his gaze. Max looked up, a crooked, painful smile tugging at his lips, his eyes locking onto Charles with an intensity that bordered on obsession. The professional distance Charles tried to maintain…