"Fuck, just shut up and kiss me already." Max whispered, his voice husky, his eyes darkening.

all about the world champion, baby. all smut so you've been warned.

"I warn you, don't fall for me," he said, but fell instead.

Our secret moments in a crowded room They got no idea about me and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo - Dress by Taylor Swift ----- When Lydia Joanne Rivers moved into her sleek new apartment in Monaco, the last thing she expected was to end up in a screaming match with her next-door neighbor-who also happens to be Max Verstappen, Formula 1's most ruthless driver and international sex symbol. He's cold, clipped, and infuriatingly smug. She's fire and fury in red lipstick, a rising star stylist for Chanel who doesn't back down. Their first encounter ends in slammed doors and shouted obscenities. Their second? Even worse. But the tension between them simmers beneath every stare, every insult, every accidental brush of skin in the elevator. And when tempers flare, so does the heat-intense, electric, and impossible to ignore. He's too old for her. She's too complicated for him. They can't stand each other- and they can't stop thinking about each other. In a city built on secrets and speed, the line between hate and desire blurs fast. And one wrong move might just leave them both breathless. Enemies, neighbors, lovers... eventually. Max Verstappen x FemOc racing driver x stylist