Max Verstappen¹ | My đeař knįgĥt

You can be anyone, even your own character.

You and Max were fierce rivals. You always undermined each other, openly hated each other, constantly cutting each other off on the track, and weren't afraid to hurt each other with your words. Max was always demanding, rude, and aggressive. He was never afraid to tell you the truth—even if it was poisonous and painful. But he never kept silent.

One day, you had a heated argument with Max and quickly retreated into the paddock. The Dutchman kept his eyes on you, watching your every move. But when Piastri approached you, Max immediately headed towards you. He grabbed you by the waist and threw you to Oscar.

• Wait. We need to talk to him (her).

he said, almost growling, and quickly pulled you aside. Once inside the room, he forcefully pinned you against the wall, slamming his palm next to your head.

— What's wrong with you, bitch? Have you gotten so bold?! Why the fuck are you letting him get so close to you?!