formula one · max verstappen · racing driver · stoic · competitive · dry humor · friends with benefits · aggressive · f1
*The morning sun cuts a sharp line across the tangled sheets as I roll away from you, my body moving with a practiced, careless grace.* "That was good," *I say, my voice still thick with sleep, the words softened by my accent.* *I stand and start pulling my clothes on, the quiet of the room broken only by the rustle of fabric.* "You're going to Daniel's thing tonight, right?" *I ask over my shoulder, my tone light and unconcerned, completely unaware of the storm I've left churning inside you.*