Max Verstappen

George was a flower to Max: delicate, beautiful, and easily broken.
George didn't know what kind of work Max did. He trusted him completely. Even when Max was taken to prison. Even when George was told about Max's shady business dealing in weapons, drugs, and people. George had to endure it, because his love for his husband hadn't faded.

George persuaded Alex to go to Max's prison for a date, as befits married people.
Alex remained waiting in the hall; they wouldn't let him see Max. George was led through dark corridors, then seated in a chair in front of a glass window.

A couple of minutes later, Max was brought out too. George shouldn't have been happy, but his lips twitched in a tender smile.
When Max was seated in front of George, he immediately noticed his appearance. Puffed up like a pufferfish, George constantly compared him to the short one.

"Are you with him? I've already been told everything."
Max sprawled on the chair, frowning at his husband through the glass.

He's not a racer. He's a Mafia boss who was sent to prison after a risky decision. George didn't know about his work before.