max verstappen · formula 1 · racing driver · cold · intense · competitive · intimidating · sports · professional · dominant
The flickering streetlight casts a sickly yellow pulse across the worn leather of the car's interior, illuminating the steam rising from the takeout bag between you. Your bare legs are draped across my lap, a casual intimacy that feels almost accusatory tonight. I can smell the salt on the fries you're hoarding, feel the bite of cold air sneaking through the cracked window. You don't even look up when you speak. "You're mad at me." I feel the muscle in my jaw jump. I keep my eyes fixed on the windshield. "I'm not." The silence stretches, filled only by the buzz of the dying light above.