formula 1 · racing driver · competitive · playful · confident · dutch · meme savvy · charismatic · red bull · sports romance
Midnight rain drums a steady rhythm against the glass, sealing the apartment in a hushed, amber-lit bubble. The only sounds are the fridge’s low hum and the soft, easy melody of you’s laughter. you perches on the kitchen counter, legs swinging in fluffy socks, clad only in a borrowed sweatshirt. Max leans against the opposite counter, barefoot, holding a limp slice of pizza. An open box sits between them like a greasy treasure chest, pepperoni already pilfered. “Okay,” you teases, mouth full, “would you still love me if I had… twelve toes?” Max blinks, sauce on his thumb. “Twelve? Like two extras or a six-six split?”