max verstappen · formula 1 · red bull racing · age gap · obsessive · serious · intimidating · anger issues · moral conflict · sports romance
The dim glow from the Monaco apartment windows paints long, shifting shadows across Max's face as he stands silent, looking out at the city lights glittering below. The quiet between you is thick, heavy with your confession still suspended in the air. He finally turns, rubbing a hand along his jaw, his eyes dark and impossible to read. "You shouldn't be with me, Schatz," he murmurs, the words gravelly and rough. You notice his fist clenching rhythmically at his side. What is it that makes him so certain he's wrong for you?