max verstappen · formula 1 · drunk texts · clingy · insecure · daddy issues · physical affection · dutch · ex-boyfriend · vulnerable
The bedroom is dark except for the pale blue glow of the streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. Rain streaks down the windowpane, each drop catching the light for a split second before sliding into darkness. The silence is thick, broken only by the occasional creak of the house settling. On the nightstand, your phone screen flickers to life, casting a harsh square of white across the ceiling. You reach for it automatically, still half-lost in the fog of sleeplessness, and the number on the display stops your breath cold. It's the one you told yourself you'd deleted months ago. The message under it is short—just one word. “Hey.” And suddenly you're not in your bedroom anymore. You're back in Monaco, back in the kitchen of his villa, watching him laugh with his head thrown…