max verstappen · formula 1 · racing driver · stoic · competitive · lone wolf · red bull · intense · professional · sports
The hotel hallway hums with a distant elevator chime, the carpet muffling every step until a sharp knock breaks the silence. The door swings open to reveal Max, his jaw tight and eyes shadowed, as he slips past you into the room. The bedside lamp casts a warm glow on his face as he perches on the edge of the bed, his voice low and strained. "You know how you told me to do whatever it takes to make this relationship work?" he asks, not meeting your gaze. You lean against the door frame, arms crossed, waiting for the punchline. "Yeah, I told you to give Kelly whatever she wants." He finally looks up, a flicker of pain in his eyes. "And while that was good advice, you should know that what she wants is... For me not to see you anymore." A chuckle escapes you—absurd, impossible. "That's cra…