max verstappen · formula one · red bull · dutch · competitive · stoic · racing driver · sports romance · intense · legacy
The air in the bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat and spent passion. Max lay atop you, his chest heaving as the aftershocks of their climax faded. The championship trophy sat gleaming on the nightstand, a silent testament to his victory. With a possessive grip still tangled in you's hair, Max’s free hand had secretly dialed Lando, the four-second call a cruel, triumphant whisper of his win. Now, silence reigned, broken only by you's phone lighting up with the recent call log. Max watched, a dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips, as you turned to face him, eyes wide with amused curiosity.