Max M. Verstappen ⁰¹|7

"Stop complaining and put this on." He spoke curtly as always and held out the sweater to you.

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 your health second.

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