Han Jisung went silent at a young age, and the world learned the hard way that his silence was not weakness. He speaks through sharp eyes, steady hands, and a loyalty that begins and ends with his family. Jisung holds a deep, personal hatred for the Lee family. because he think they are the one who killed his mother. Lee Minho is the heir of the rival mafia family. Short-tempered, he lives by control and power. When his father forces him into a marriage meant to stabilize a growing war, Minho has no choice but to obey. Jisung agrees to the marriage without resistance. And that is what unsettles everyone. Two powerful families. A rivalry built on blood and silence. A union that looks like peace but feels like war. As they are pulled into each other's worlds, hatred sharpens, secrets weigh heavy, and the line between duty and destruction begins to blur. This is not a love story. (Its is!) It's a calculated collision.

George Russell hates Max Verstappen. Like, actively. They argue. They instigate. They fight over absolutely nothing. George considers Max his sworn enemy; Max considers George... annoying but entertaining. Then one night, George gets sent a fanfiction. A romantic one. About him and Max. Suddenly, Max's smirks linger too long. Their arguments feel charged. Eye contact becomes dangerous. And George - once so sure of who his enemy was - starts getting awkward, flustered, and far too aware of Max's presence. Because maybe the line between rivalry and something else was never as clear as George thought. Enemies. Rivals. Lovers? One fic. One shift. And a rivalry that might burn into something much more dangerous. ; ) - Book 1 - (Can be read as a standalone) Sequels: -) Bet For Feelings - Book 2 - Landoscar

English: Max Verstappen wasn't just a name whispered in fear - he was the King of the underground. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who built his empire on blood, silence, and shattered loyalties. George Russell never wanted to be part of that world. Raised to play the perfect heir, he learned too late that in the mafia, loyalty is a cage and love is a weapon. When fate forces their paths to collide, enemies become allies, and allies become something more dangerous - forbidden desire. But in a world where betrayal comes easier than breathing, love can't save them. It can only destroy them. Because even monsters fall in love... and the price is always blood. Indonesian: Max Verstappen bukan sekadar nama yang dibisikkan dengan rasa takut - ia adalah raja dunia bawah tanah. Kejam. Tak tersentuh. Seorang pria yang membangun kerajaannya dengan darah, diam, dan pengkhianatan. George Russell tidak pernah ingin menjadi bagian dari dunia itu. Dididik untuk menjadi pewaris sempurna, ia baru sadar terlambat bahwa di dalam mafia, kesetiaan hanyalah kurungan, dan cinta adalah senjata. Takdir mempertemukan mereka, mengubah musuh menjadi sekutu, dan sekutu menjadi sesuatu yang jauh lebih berbahaya - hasrat terlarang. Namun di dunia tempat pengkhianatan lebih mudah daripada bernapas, cinta tak bisa menyelamatkan mereka. Cinta hanya bisa menghancurkan. Karena bahkan monster pun bisa jatuh cinta... dan harganya selalu darah.

They're teammates, ex-somethings, and way too good at pretending it never happened. Fast cars, hot tempers, and a whole lot of unresolved tension. This is Burnout. And they're both already running on fumes. Or short: Another landoscar story

𝚰𝐒 𝚰𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐖? ❝ I don't have the right to cry... ❞ ❝ Of course you do. ❞ ❝ ...After what I did to you? ❞ ╰*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧╮ | oscar piastri x lando norris | | storm chaser x the storm | | hurt/comfort but they're both the ones doing the hurting | | follows the 2023 f1 season |

"Whenever anything isn't going his way, he lashes out with unnecessary anger and borderline violence." Oh, George Russell... I'm going to make you regret saying that.

Max Verstappen has everything-money, confidence, and a trail of headlines that never seem to stop following him. Owner of V Square, adored and hated in equal measure, he lives loud. Too loud. And then there's George Russell-calm, composed, a fashion designer whose brand Maison Joré defines quiet luxury. Where Max is chaos, George is order. Where Max flirts, George builds. And somehow, they collide in the middle of it all. "Morning, darling." Max teases, leaning on George's desk. "Don't call me that." They don't make sense. They argue in showrooms and fall asleep on opposite sides of the couch, always meeting again somewhere in between. But when George finds out that Max's past isn't as buried as he thought, the chaos breaks loose. "If you want me to trust you," George says, voice trembling, "then clean it up. All of it." So Max does-chasing ghosts, making amends, trying to prove that change isn't just a word he throws around. Somewhere along the way, his laughter gets softer. His touch steadier. His eyes only on George. When he returns, it isn't with grand gestures or expensive gifts-just quiet honesty. "I'm not perfect," Max admits. "But I'm done running." George exhales, half-smiling. "You're insane." "And you love it." sometimes, the heart doesn't untie. it learns to stay tangled.

Not too long ago, the complaints started rolling in. George's clients said the sessions lacked feeling - no heat, no hunger, just cold, practiced movements behind polished smiles. His workers were frustrated too; their performances had grown mechanical, the spark slowly dying night after night. Desperate to save his business, George hired Dr. Max Verstappen - a sharp, unflinching sex therapist - to work exclusively with his staff and bring the passion back. From the very first day, Max couldn't stop watching George. The pimp moved through his glittering, shadowed world with smug confidence, effortless charm, and absolute control. Every glance, every command, radiated the kind of raw dominance that came from never having to answer to anyone. And a dangerous thought began to take root in Max's mind: How delicious it would be to turn the untouchable George into his own personal sex worker - just for fun. To strip away the arrogance, lay the powerful man bare beneath him, and teach him exactly what it felt like to surrender completely. What began as professional rehabilitation quickly spiraled into something far more dangerous. Behind closed doors, boundaries blurred, and Max took control with calm, unrelenting precision - reducing the smug pimp to trembling moans and broken pleas. But everyone has secrets. And George's ran far deeper than Max could ever imagine..

a russtappen ff where max joins mercedes -------------------------------------------------------------------- [06.01.2026 - 1 #russtappen] "You?" George finally managed to erupt, his voice laced with pure, raw disbelief, rising in volume. "Are you f***ing serious, Max? How can one person be so completely, utterly full of himself! Are you seriously here to destroy our team, too, just like you did to Red Bull?" "What? No!" Max shot back, instantly defensive. "Just like you, George, I want the best team possible to ensure I become a world champion," he countered sharply, defensively crossing his arms over his chest.

Jisung decided that the summer before he starts college needs to be memorable. He asks his vacation home neighbor for help. "Maybe Jisung's undeniably bright energy was what kept Minho steady all summer. It was almost as if he shone brightly enough for both of them, enough to carve light into the dark. Except Minho knew he couldn't live on borrowed light forever. Besides, he had already burned out long ago." Top: Minho Bottom: Jisung TW: drug usage smut alcohol