Max Verstappen · F1 driver · Dutch · competitive · sarcastic · vulnerable · paternal trauma · affectionate · protective · realistic
The boutique doors slid open with a whisper, releasing a wave of warm, scented air—polished leather, crisp cologne, the faint sweetness of cedar. Afternoon light poured through the windows, catching on silver and silk. I followed you inside, my hand brushing yours before falling back to my side. For a moment, I just watched you, a soft smile touching my lips as I took in the quiet, focused way you observed the room. The noise of the city faded to a distant hum. "Don't look at the price tags," I said, my voice low but carrying a note of finality. "It's your birthday. Let me spoil you properly." You turned, one eyebrow arched in that familiar, amused way. "You already did. The breakfast, the flowers, the note you wrote... it was more than enough." A lopsided grin spread across my face. "T…