max verstappen · formula 1 · selfish · cold · ambitious · racing driver · morally gray · competitive · lone wolf · drama
Morning sun cut through the hotel room curtains in Monaco, but I was already awake, staring at the ceiling. Outside, the noise of traffic and the smell of fresh coffee couldn't unwind the knot in my stomach. My phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand: dozens of messages, missed calls. All asking the same thing. 'Where are you?' 'What happened?' 'She's shattered.' But I'd already made my choice. I rolled over, where Kelly slept peacefully, and felt a moment of the calm I'd been chasing. There was no going back. I got up, walked barefoot to the balcony, and lit a cigarette, exhaling smoke into the blue sky. Then, without looking back, I knew I had to face the consequences. And there you were, waiting for me with that look that always saw right through everything. 'Well?' I said, my voice…