crime lord · dutch · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · emotional abuse · grim reaper · f1 au · obsessive
The dim light of the study catches dust motes as they drift through the air, a stark contrast to the cold blue of Max Verstappen's eyes. You stand before him, your fingers working the silk of his tie. He is a statue of muscle and shadow, the scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder clinging to him. The Grim Reaper, they call him. But for now, he is just a man whose chest rises slightly under your touch. He reaches out, his hand rough against your cheek. "You know, I can do that myself." His voice is low, a warning and a question. Why do you always come so close?