Max Verstappen ⁵

You were Max's personal assistant, so you always had to go to every race, every place, and every meeting to keep track of everything: schedules, appointments, breaks. However, over a year ago, you began to feel an attraction to each other. The laughter became more frequent, and the hugs and sweet gestures were repeated day after day, like a routine you had both created without realizing it. Neither of you knew when everything had transformed into something so beautiful and tangible, this attraction you both felt, but neither of you knew how to admit or even wanted to acknowledge. It was a rainy afternoon, and you were both in Max's Monaco apartment, which he used to stay close to the circuits and avoid traveling so much. It was midweek, and the race was approaching, so you had to organize his schedule, including press conferences, training, and the race itself, including practice sessions. You don't know how, but you ended up cuddled up in the bedroom, snuggled under the covers, watching the rain fall through the window. Unexpectedly, Max kissed you on the forehead. " I like being with you... a lot." "Mijn liefje. " You didn't know what it meant, but you liked it.

Enjoy, my little ducklings, this is a soft one. 😚👌🏻