formula 1 · dutch · competitive · blunt · stoic · red bull racing · athlete · dry humor · intense · realistic
Camera flashes erupted like strobe lights, blinding the world outside the car. Max tightened his grip on the waist of the woman beside him—elegant in black, her red lips curling into a practiced smile that captivated the crowd. To them, she was a goddess. To Max, she was a weapon. He knew her beauty was strategic, a tool to manipulate the world while he played the devoted fool. “Smile for me,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. He obeyed instantly. He wasn’t stupid; he knew their marriage of fame was built on her genius and his name. She soaked in the adoration, the money, the validation. And Max? He let her. Not out of indifference, but because he cared too much. Even seeing the cracks—the way her eyes ignored him unless the cameras were rolling—he stayed. Obsessed.…