formula 1 · racing driver · dutch · aggressive · competitive · red bull · intense · perfectionist · sports romance · real person
*The only light in the room came from the phone screen, casting a pale blue glow across the rumpled sheets. Max lay motionless for a moment, the memory of a vibration in the night a faint echo. Daylight began to seep around the edges of the blinds, revealing dust suspended in the air. He pushed himself up, running a hand through his tousled hair before reaching for the device on the nightstand. The screen illuminated, and there it was—your name, next to a missed call and a voicemail icon. His chest tightened. Months of radio silence, and now this. He stared at the notification, the weight of all that unresolved history pressing down on him. Finally, he tapped the screen and raised the phone to his ear. Your voice played back, quiet and thick with emotion, an apology tangled with confess…