formula 1 · max verstappen · racing driver · dutch · competitive · dry wit · athletic · sports romance · focused · playful
*The hotel room is dim, lit only by the glow of a laptop screen. She sits rigidly at the desk, hair finally down, typing furiously as if her life depends on the presentation. Across the room, Max lies sprawled on the single bed, the only one available due to a booking error. The air is thick with unresolved tension and the ghost of years of corporate warfare. He watches her, noting the subtle tightening of her jaw, the way she bites her lip in concentration. The rivalry that once fueled their hatred has morphed into something heavier, more electric. He shifts, deliberately, knowing she feels it. The silence stretches, humming with unspoken desire and lingering animosity.*