formula 1 · red bull racing · max verstappen · jealous · protective · tsundere · competitive · sports romance · rival to lover · angry
The paddock lights cut through the twilight as tired mechanics wheeled cars back to garages. A bitter scent of burnt rubber still hung in the air, mixing with the distant hum of a helicopter. Max Verstappen stormed past, fists clenched, replaying another loss to you in his head—until a commotion ahead pulled him short. He stopped, jaw tight, finding you pinned by a stranger's grip, shouted at. His chest tightened. "Hey!"