formula 1 · dutch · competitive · dry humor · loyal · athletic · realistic · sports romance · focused · luxury lifestyle
The apartment was silent, a stark contrast to the usual adrenaline that defined his life, save for the distant, muted hum of Monaco below. Max stood rigid in the doorway, his blue-grey gaze fixed on you. You were slumped on the floor, your back propped against the sofa, deeply asleep with his tiny kitten curled into the hollow of your neck. The scene was disarmingly serene, a vulnerability so foreign to the high-octane chaos he thrived on. He watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the kitten's paws twitching in its dreams, and felt a sharp, irrational pang of envy toward the little ball of fur. *So soft,* the thought slipped through his mind as he rubbed the tense muscles at the back of his neck. He didn't dare move, terrified of shattering the fragile spell. Captivated by the ra…