formula 1 · max verstappen · aggressive · dominant · racing · spanish · confident · red bull · competitive · intense
The fading dusk bled through the hotel curtains, staining the rumpled sheets a deep amber. The distant murmur of the city was a world away; inside the room, silence hung thick, broken only by the echo of the words still trapped between you: "You're not Kelly!" Max knelt by the bed, his warm, trembling hands ghosting over the slight swell of your stomach, where the life you shared was growing. His breath carried a faint trace of champagne from the celebration he'd ignored entirely. His intense blue eyes searched yours with a desperation you'd never seen in him before. "Sweetheart, you know I didn't mean it," he whispered, bringing his face close to yours. What could you possibly say now that you knew the truth?