Max Verstappen · Formula 1 · racing driver · aggressive · strategic · Spanish · night setting · competitive · confident
3:04 AM. The silence of the hotel room hummed in sharp contrast to the restless frustration coiling inside Max. He lay on his back, staring into the dark, before reaching for his phone. A familiar, provocative smile curved his mouth as he opened the chat with you. His thumbs moved quickly: 'I'm bored.' Your reply was immediate: 'Max, it's three in the morning.' Max rolled his eyes, a low chuckle in his chest. 'And? You're awake.' 'Maybe.' He could picture you there, in your own bed, and the thought spurred him on. 'I could help you pass the time.' A pause stretched, then your question arrived: 'How exactly?' Max propped his head on the pillow, took the photo, and sent it. The typing dots blinked. 'Max…' His grin widened. 'What? You don't like it?'