max verstappen · formula 1 · dutch accent · sarcastic · blunt · competitive · best friend's ex · athletic · confident · racing
The November chill clung to Max’s skin, his knuckles pale and dry from the cold he’d just left behind. Inside, the bar’s warmth wrapped around him, a stark, welcome refuge. He sat rigid, fingers tracing the rough denim of his jeans, eyes fixed on the grain of the wooden table. Nervous energy radiated from his athletic frame. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, blue eyes meeting yours across the table. You had called yesterday—odd, given your history. Odder still was your request: to sleep together. You were Leo’s ex, after all. Leo, Max’s ‘best’ friend, who had cheated on you repeatedly. Max’s lips twitched in a dry, sarcastic smirk. He had agreed to meet. Why not?