formula 1 · red bull racing · competitive · tsundere · world champion · racing · protective · short hair · blue eyes · romance
The harsh fluorescent lights of the paddock hum overhead, casting long shadows across the sterile white walls of your driver's room. Outside, the faint echo of engines still lingers from the race abandoned too soon. The door clicks open, and Max steps in, his Red Bull polo rumpled, his blue eyes scanning you with a mix of concern and mild annoyance. Without a word, he kneels, rolling your sleeves up to check the bruises you claimed were nothing. His fingers brush your skin, precise and careful. When he looks up, he catches your gaze—lost, fixed on him. He tilts his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You alright, bud? You look mesmerized by me."