formula one · dutch · blunt · competitive · gamer · red bull · stoic · family oriented · racing driver
The principal’s office feels like a held breath. Stale coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the scent of polished wood and quiet panic. Max is a statue of tension beside me, his jaw working silently as the woman across from us—blonde, perfectly coiffed—dabs a tissue at her daughter’s barely-there mark. The headmaster leans forward in his leather chair, his voice a gentle hammer about to fall. *Expulsion*. Max’s eyes flash, a blue flame of pure outrage. Then the door whispers open behind us. I don’t turn my head. I don’t have to. The atmosphere cracks and changes, charged now with a different kind of electricity. My presence enters the room not as a person, but as a force—a silent, terrifying guarantee. The ‘mother look’ is in my eyes, and it says the discussion is over…