Em meio ao glamour e à pressão do Grande Prêmio de Mônaco, Max Verstappen, um piloto de Fórmula 1 conhecido tanto por seu talento quanto por seu temperamento explosivo, se torna o maior problema de imagem do principado. Imprevisível, provocador e incapaz de seguir regras, ele é tudo o que a realeza tenta manter à distância. Do outro lado está o príncipe de Mônaco, Charles. Impecável, contido e moldado desde a infância para representar perfeição. Responsável pela imagem do evento mais importante do país, ele vê em Max uma ameaça constante à ordem que passou a vida inteira protegendo. Quando um incidente durante o GP força os dois a trabalharem juntos para conter uma crise pública, o que começa como uma relação marcada por provocações e desprezo se transforma em algo muito mais perigoso. Entre eventos oficiais que saem do controle, tentativas fracassadas de ensinar "normalidade" um ao outro e uma tensão impossível de ignorar, Charles começa a questionar tudo o que sempre foi, enquanto Max descobre que, por trás da fachada perfeita, existe alguém desesperado para sentir algo real. Mas em um mundo onde cada gesto é observado e cada escolha tem consequências, se apaixonar não é apenas imprudente. É proibido.

charles leclerc is, quite literally, one grocery trip away from financial ruin. which is mildly humiliating, considering he's a formula 1 driver for scuderia ferrari. but while the world sees private jets, designer suits, and champagne podiums, charles sees maxed-out cards, impossible expectations, and a sport full of people who would smile to his face and stab him in the back before lights out. because in formula 1, there are no real friends-just rivals, opportunists, and people waiting for you to crack. and charles? charles is cracking.grief-stricken, spiralling, and just desperate enough to make a truly catastrophic life choice, he decides that if the world is going to rob him blind, he might as well rob it back. his target: the crown jewels. the louvre. paris. the problem is, of course, that he cannot do that alone. max, meanwhile, wants absolutely nothing to do with charles leclerc's latest mental breakdown. max doesn't do emotional support, he doesn't do vulnerability, and he definitely doesn't do "teamwork" unless there's something in it for him. but somehow, against all logic and self-preservation, he says yes. and suddenly it's fake names, terrible plans, international crime, unresolved tension, and the deeply unfortunate realization that stealing priceless jewels is somehow easier than dealing with whatever the hell is happening between them. because if there's one thing more dangerous than attempting a heist in the middle of formula 1 season, it's letting yourself care about the one person you absolutely, definitely should not.

To the world, Charles Leclerc is the sun. To Max Verstappen, he's a high-profile headache he doesn't have time for. Max is the invisible hand that makes the lives of the 1% perfect, and his rule is simple: no new clients, no high-maintenance egos, and no distractions. But Charles isn't used to being told "no," and he's decided that the only man who won't look at him is the only man he needs. In a world of fake smiles and paid loyalty, the hardest thing Max might have to fix is himself.

【 ❝𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐌𝐚𝐝 ?❝】 𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙡. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨. + 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. = ⸮⸮ 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲. 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞.. 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. @bbokarixz1

"I will never yield to you," Charles said before Max smashed his lips against his own. He let out a surprised grunt as his hands gripped the Dutchman's hair tightly before reciprocating the kiss. When Charles joined Ferrari, he had only one clear goal in mind. He would do everything in his power to get ahead of Max Verstappen. What he hadn't expected was that his world would start turning upside down the closer he got to the Dutchman. Which was way closer than he ever thought he would get. ****** "Then choose to act differently," Charles said softly as he rubbed his thumb over the side of Max's knee. Max nodded slowly as he turned his head to look at the Monegasque. "What do I need to do?" Max asked, tone of voice hopeful. Max hadn't expected that Charles, who had once been his rival, would be able to change everything he knew about their friendship in a matter of weeks. Soon, Max found himself questioning everything he'd ever known. Not only about their bond, but also about himself.

✶⋆.𓂃 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : "Fontes dizem que os dois foram vistos juntos no hotel." "Max Verstappen curte um post de um fã falando sobre o sorriso de Charles Leclerc às 03:12 da manhã." "Romance entre corridas? Acompanhe todos os detalhes sobre o relacionamento do piloto holandês Max Verstappen e o monegasco Charles Leclerc." - 𝑀𝐼́𝐷𝐼𝐴, 𝐵𝑌 𝐺𝐴𝐵𝑌.

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"What are you doing?" Pierre asked in English, finally snapping Charles out of whatever haze he was stuck in. "Hm? Listening to you?" Charles looked up to meet his best friend's eyes and immediately heard the thought that followed. *You were very clearly ogling Max just now.* Charles's eyes widened. "I did not!" he said, voice cracking as his ears turned red. Pierre only grinned wider. *Oh calamar, you think I haven't noticed you staring at him since you got the superpowers.* Or the one where Charles can read minds, and Max's thoughts ruin everything (or fix everything).