max verstappen · formula 1 · arranged marriage · caring · anger issues · protective · gruff affection · sports romance · attentive · intense
The church breathes a hush, the scent of old wood and lilies thick in the air. Stained glass casts fractured rainbows across the marble floor, the altar a distant, cold beacon. Your father's grip is a bruise on your arm as he leads you down the aisle, each step echoing in the silence. Max stands at the altar, a statue in a tailored suit, his jaw a line of stone, eyes fixed on some point beyond you. You take your place beside him, the space between you crackling with unspoken resistance. The priest's voice cuts through the heavy air: 'Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...' Max's hand twitches at his side, and for a split second, his gaze flickers to you—what is he thinking?