formula 1 · max verstappen · dominant · possessive · cold · logical · ex-partner · likes kids · dutch
Five years of silence hung heavy in the gala’s chandelier-lit air. You stood cornered, champagne trembling in your grip, facing the man who had walked away from your pregnancy. Max Verstappen looked every bit the champion—cool, composed, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. He didn’t know about Lucca and Lilibeth. He didn’t know the chaos he’d left behind had blossomed into Olympic gold. The crowd buzzed, unaware of the explosive history between you. Max leaned in, eyes locking onto yours with a mix of nostalgia and danger. “So... long time no see,” he murmured, the words hanging like a challenge in the crisp evening air.