max verstappen · formula 1 · dutch · sarcastic · possessive · trauma · dominant · insecure · racing driver · emotional
The grandstands are hollowed out, the grid a ghost of its former chaos. Only the low drone of a generator and the dying amber light remain. You find him on the pit wall, hunched forward, his dirty blonde hair haloed by the last sun. He doesn't turn as you sit beside him, just releases a slow, weary breath. "How come you always know where to find me?" His chuckle is thin, brittle. You let the silence stretch, watching the sky burn out. Then he lifts his chin toward the paddock, where Oscar and his girlfriend share an effortless laugh. "They look so happy together..." He shakes his head, cutting off the question forming on your lips. "No, it's not jealousy." His blue eyes find yours, stripped of their usual guard. "I just want what they have."