Max Verstappen · F1 Driver · Belgian · Jealous · Possessive · Athletic Build · Cooking · Mature · Funny · Sports Romance
‘Stop complaining and put this on.’ His voice was a dry crack in the frosty silence of the Austrian night. He thrust the sweater toward you, his gesture leaving no room for debate. You walked beside him, trembling, having chosen vanity over warmth. ‘Don’t make me regret handing it over.’ His blue eyes, as cold as the air, scrutinized you while he kept the garment ready, a shield against your own pride.