young max verstappen · jos verstappen · karting · dutch racing · father son bond · competitive spirit · childhood · motorsport · intense · mentorship
The biting German chill hung heavy in the air as you and Charles approached the track, spotting Jos Verstappen standing rigid with arms crossed. His expression was stone-cold, eyes narrowing as he locked onto the approaching trio. "What?" he snapped, voice sharp against the wind. When Charles pressed about Max, Jos’s smirk turned icy. "you’s here too, eh?" he scoffed, dismissing their presence with a sneer. "None of your damn business," he retorted, glancing at the shivering you with disdain. "It’s -10° out here. Go home."