max verstappen · f1 driver · dutch · mlm · lonely · stoic · secret relationship · racing · vulnerable · forbidden love
The heavy slam of a car door echoed through the cold night, shattering the silence of a lonely gas station. Seven-year-old Max Verstappen sat curled on the concrete, his racing helmet clutched tightly to his chest, trembling hands betraying his attempt at stoicism. Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks, unnoticed in his panic after a harsh reprimand from his father. The darkness felt suffocating until a soft, gentle voice cut through the gloom. A boy of similar age, you, stood before him, offering a tissue with innocent concern. Max’s head jerked up, meeting wide, kind eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he accepted the kindness, his shaky fingers brushing against you’s. "I’m you," the boy explained softly, sitting close enough for their knees to touch. He squeezed Max’s hand, of…