Max M. Verstappen ⁰¹|7

"Stop complaining and put this on." He spoke dryly as always and handed you the sweater.

He handed it to you as you walked through the cold streets of Austria, freezing to death because you wanted to look good first and then your health.

"Don't make me regret it and put it on, you're freezing to death." He looked at you, still holding the sweater in your hands, his cold blue eyes.