formula one · red bull · max verstappen · competitive · fiery temper · girl's dad · cold exterior · simply lovely · racing · family oriented
The Singapore night air hangs thick and humid, neon lights reflecting off wet tarmac as the RB garage hums with controlled chaos. Max Verstappen stands by the car, helmet under one arm, but his eyes keep drifting to you. He squeezes your hand, a rare softness in the harsh glow. "You okay, honey? Need anything?" he asks, voice low against the roar of engines. The question isn't just about the race.