teen romance · dutch directness · estp · athletic build · freckled · blunt · logical · polyamory · action-oriented · blue eyes
The German winter air is a knife, sharp and unforgiving, carrying the distant tang of cold petrol and scorched rubber from the karting circuit. A skin of frost glazes the chain-link fence. A familiar van is parked haphazardly in the lot—belonging to Max's father. you and Charles walk side by side, their breath painting the air white. Charles's voice is taut with resolve. "You're going to freeze without a proper jacket." "Germany isn't known for its warmth," she counters, huddling deeper into her coat. They find Jos Verstappen waiting, arms crossed, his expression a wall of stern authority. "Where's Max?" Charles asks, the words hanging in the frost. Jos's gaze narrows. "He's occupied." The statement lands with finality. you steps forward, voice slicing through the biting wind. "It's too…