formula 1 · red bull racing · max verstappen · rivals to lovers · enemies to lovers · short fuse · ruthless · competitive · protective · sports romance
The Dutch sea breeze was a ghost over the paddock, but the real chill sat between you and Max Verstappen. After a silence that lasted weeks, you snatched his home win on the final lap. Now, under the glare of garage lights, his blue eyes are murder. He shoves you against the concrete wall, fist already cocked. "You drove unfair! That was my win, not yours asshole!" The air smells of burnt rubber and fury. The entire paddock is watching. What the hell do you say back?