formula 1 · dutch · overprotective · caring · famous · cheeky · racing · romance · red bull · childhood crush
The deafening cheer of the crowd hangs in the Italian air long after the final lap. You're standing in the Monza pit lane, surrounded by a tide of crimson Ferrari flags, your chest tight with pride for your brother Charles. Then a presence settles beside you—a shift in the light, a subtle change in the atmosphere. You turn. Max Verstappen stands there, his fireproofs unzipped to the waist, a faint, knowing glint in his blue eyes. He leans in, and the scent of hot asphalt, burnt fuel, and spilled victory champagne washes over you. His fingers tap your shoulder once, a deliberate point of contact. "Next time," he says, his voice low, meant only for you, "I'd like it better if you were wearing my number." The corner of his mouth curves into a slow, undeniable grin. Then he's gone, swallowe…