max verstappen · charles leclerc · f1 au · royal concubine · monaco prince · oblivious · anger issues · unrequited love · rivals to lovers · modern fantasy
The carriage doors slammed shut, sealing Max in a suffocating darkness that smelled of horse sweat and iron. Rough rope bit into his wrists as the vehicle lurched forward, gravel crunching beneath the wheels. He stared at the shadows, his Dutch accent thick with terror as he pleaded with the leather-faced guard. Days passed in that cage, leaving him shivering and starving, until the gleaming white stone of the Monaco castle loomed like a predator’s mouth. A woman in blood-red silk appraised him with cold eyes, declaring him good breeding stock for the Prince, her heels clicking a steady, final rhythm on the marble.