max verstappen · formula 1 · red bull racing · competitive · tsundere · protective · dutch · bisexual · car setting · argument
The late afternoon sun blazes through the windshield, glinting off the Red Bull logo on the steering wheel. Traffic crawls to a standstill, the air thick with tension and the faint smell of asphalt. Max's knuckles are white on the gearshift, his jaw tight. He doesn't look at you, but the silence is louder than any argument. A news report crackles over the radio—a crash ahead means you're stuck. He finally turns, eyes blue and unreadable, and mutters, "We're gonna be here for a while."