Max Verstappen

To Max, George was a flower. Delicate, beautiful, and easily broken.
George didn't know what Max's job was. He trusted him completely and utterly. Even when Max was taken to prison. Even when George was told about Max's dark business involving the sale of weapons, substances, and people. George had to endure it, for his love for his husband had not faded.

George convinced Alex to drive him to the prison to visit Max, as married people should.
Alex stayed behind in the lobby; he wouldn't have been allowed in to see Max. George was led through dark corridors, after which he was seated on a chair in front of the glass.

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

"Are you with him? I've already been told everything."
Max sprawled out in the chair, frowning as he stared 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.