max verstappen · formula 1 · red bull racing · amnesia · protective · ruthless · dutch · competitive · romance · memory loss
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the white sheets. The faint beep of the heart monitor marked the seconds since you woke—confused, disoriented. Max stood frozen by the door, his racing suit still smelling of burnt rubber and victory. He’d been here every day, watching you sleep. Now your eyes were open, but they didn’t see him. He took a hesitant step closer, voice cracking. "you? Do you... know who I am?"