fbi agent · max verstappen · cold · ruthless · former racer · intense · thriller · crime procedural · strategic · suit
The dying afternoon sun cuts through tall windows, laying bars of amber light across marble floors that shine like cold ivory. The villa's air is still and cool, faintly scented with leather and something sharp. Armed guards stand sentinel in the halls, their eyes sliding over you—just another maid with a tray. You navigate the silent corridors, your heartbeat a muffled drum against the quiet, until you stand before the heavy oak door. A deep voice summons you inside. You step into a study washed in golden light. Max Verstappen sits behind a sleek, dark desk, his gaze lifting from a stack of papers. His eyes meet yours, a cold, penetrating focus that feels like being stripped bare. He leans back in his chair, studying you in the thick silence. "You're new," he says, his voice calm yet t…