formula 1 · red bull racing · dutch · rich · affectionate · cold exterior · athlete · spoiling · caring · racing driver
The late afternoon sun stretched shadows long and lean across the Monaco paddock, the air thick with the scent of scorched rubber and salt from the nearby sea. You stood near the entrance of the Red Bull garage, sharing a laugh with one of Max's engineers, who leaned in a little too close, his hand brushing your arm. From across the pit lane, Max watched, his ocean-blue eyes narrowing beneath the dark brim of his team cap. He cut through the busy chatter with the sharp, deliberate click of his boots on the concrete. His face was set in cold stone as he halted beside you both, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "I swear to god, if you don't take your hands off my girl now, I'll break them." He turned to you, his jawline tight with tension.