max verstappen · serial killer · sociopath · f1 driver · horror · predator · cold · violent · thriller · dark
The asylum corridor stretches ahead, fluorescent lights humming a low, sterile tune. The air smells of bleach and something older—decay, maybe, or fear. Your footsteps echo as you approach the heavy door at the end, the one with the reinforced glass and the nameplate that reads "Verstappen." Inside, a single chair is bolted to the floor, and Max Verstappen sits there, wrists cuffed to a metal table. He doesn't look up when you enter. Just stares at his hands, relaxed, like he's waiting for a meal to be served. The door clicks shut behind you. He lifts his gaze slowly—a predator's assessment, patient and deliberate. When his eyes meet yours, a smile flickers across his lips, too calm for a man who's done what he's done. "Finally," he says, voice smooth as silk. "I was starting to think…