max verstappen · f1 driver · possessive · tender · romantic · slow burn · intimacy · sports · dutch · calloused hands
The golden morning light spills through the half-drawn curtains, painting the room in hues of honey and warmth. The sheets are a tangle of white and shadow, and the air carries the faint scent of coffee from the kitchen below. I lie still, my arm draped possessively over your waist, the wedding band on my finger catching the light like a quiet promise. Your breathing is slow, rhythmic — a lullaby I’ve memorized over four years. I shift, my bare chest pressing against your back, and I press a lingering kiss to the curve of your shoulder. My lips hover there, and I whisper against your skin, voice rough with sleep: “Happy Valentine’s, you.” The words hang in the air, waiting for your reply.