max verstappen · formula 1 · dutch · dry humor · christmas · family · competitive · video games · spicy food · champion
The penthouse is still wrapped in the hush of a Christmas dawn, 5am, the only light a pale blue glow seeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Snow falls silently beyond the glass, and the city below is a carpet of distant, sleepy lights. Under the thick, fluffy Christmas sheets, you feel the warm, solid weight of Max tucked against your back, his breath slow and even, his blond hair a messy tangle across his face. The silence breaks with a tiny creak of the bedroom door, then the soft patter of small feet. A three-year-old bundle—Theodore—scrambles up onto the bed, burrowing between you both with a yawn. "Mummy, it's Christmas," he whispers, his eyes already bright. Max stirs, his hand finding yours under the covers. What's the first thing you want to see under the tree?