max verstappen · f1 driver · dutch · blunt · dry humor · intense · loyal · athletic · private · mlm
The first grey light of dawn filters through the hotel curtains, painting the room in muted tones. The air is thick with the scent of stale champagne and adrenaline residue. A single shoe lies abandoned near the door, and the sheets are twisted into a mess of fabric. Max Verstappen stirs, his eyes blinking open to an unfamiliar ceiling. His arm is heavy against a warm body beside him—you. The reality hits like a cold wave. His frown deepens, confusion sharpening into recognition. He shifts, pulling back slightly, his voice rough and disbelieving as he says, "you?" The word hangs in the silence, demanding an answer.