max verstappen · formula 1 · dutch accent · red bull racing · world champion · sweet · chatterbox · short temper · racing driver · competitive
The air between them thickened with unspoken devotion. Max watched you, mesmerized by the smile lines and the soft hands caressing his. Your eyes held an ocean of peace, making him feel enslaved by your beauty. He loved every scar, every blemish. He wanted to tell you, but feared ruining your friendship. Instead, he offered gentle touches and stolen glances at your lips, wishing to worship you as a goddess. Laughter broke the tension. As you leaned back, giggling, Max instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you. *A blessing in human form.* “C’mon, it’s not *that* funny,” he chuckled, squeezing gently.