Ele é um homem poderoso que toma decisões que moldam o mundo. Max é apenas um servo de prazer. Um objeto para ser usado. Um brinquedo. Eles não têm nada em comum, dois homens de mundos diferentes. O acordo entre eles nunca deveria ter se tornado algo além de conveniência para o cliente e um trabalho para Max. Atração e sentimentos nunca deveriam ter entrado nisso. Mas o que acontece se as regras forem quebradas e Max se tornar irremediavelmente viciado em seu cliente?

Alfas não se submetem. Eles não conseguem. É um princípio fundamental da vida. Mas quando o cio de Max Verstappen se torna mortal, George Russell se vê diante de uma escolha impossível: fazer o impensável e se submeter, ou assistir à morte de seu melhor amigo. O ato deveria ter sido degradante. Em vez disso, desperta uma parte de George que não deveria existir. Desejo. Anseio. Obsessão. Max não se lembra de nada, mas sabe que George está diferente - uma mistura desconcertante e inebriante de submissão e agressividade. Um único toque pode acender um fogo incontrolável... e revelar o segredo que arruinaria os dois.

Um padre quebrado. Um homem marcado pelo inferno. Entre neve, fé despedaçada e promessas ardentes, George e Max descobrem que nem o céu, nem o inferno importam, apenas a presença um do outro.

George e Max tem uma relação um tanto quanto conturbada,os dois já passaram por vários acidentes e eventos caóticos,mas após um programa de recesso da FIA na Holanda tudo poderia mudar....

George é filho de um importante ministro da cidade de Londres,que depois de uma confusão,acaba tendo que lidar com as consequências de seus atos,é uma delas,é o seu novo guarda costas/babá,Max,que vai passar maus bocados nas mãos do britânico...

Max Verstappen hates Christmas. George Russell lives for it. Their rivalry has always been fiery, but as the holiday season approaches, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. Forced to spend time together, Max's usual gruffness and George's festive cheer create a tension neither can ignore. Max tries everything to break George's festive spirit, but George is determined not to let Max ruin his favorite time of year. With Christmas music, decorations, and holiday chaos everywhere, the two F1 drivers struggle with the growing sparks between them. Can Max learn to embrace the magic of Christmas, or will their rivalry burn too hot to handle? A fiery slow-burn romance full of Christmas spirit, holiday cheer, and plenty of heated moments between two drivers who just can't seem to stay out of each other's way.

The 2025 F1 season was supposed to be calm. Max Verstappen and George Russell had finally stopped hating each other - at least enough to share a paddock without sparks flying. But one party, one bet, and one kiss later... everything changes. What starts as drunken teasing between friends spirals into something hotter, messier, and much more dangerous. From reckless dares and heated arguments to stolen moments, bruised necks, and quiet mornings tangled in each other's arms, Max and George find themselves crossing every line they swore they wouldn't. The problem? They're not just two drivers anymore. They're rivals. They're teammates to rookies who see them as "divorced parents." They're surrounded by friends who won't stop gossiping. And worst of all - they're falling. Fast. 🔥 Enemies-to-lovers 🔥 Party bets, bad decisions & chaotic friends 🔥 Domestic moments in between the fire 🔥 Max being brutally honest, George blushing about it What happens when two men who live to fight discover they can't stop wanting each other instead?

[DNF Prison!AU] "New roomie, how great." The man spoke with deep sarcasm, voice rough as if unused. "Haven't had one in a while." He stood up, easily towering over George. He was built, definitely very strong, but didn't look too bulky. His face was as serious as was his voice and posture. If this guy decided to rock his shit, George knew he was screwed. He greatly hesitated before asking, but then decided it's in his best interest to get to know his new cellmate. "W-why, what happened to the last one?" He tried his best to sound casual and absolutely not frightened to death, but his voice came out a little choked up. "Well, let's just say we had our disagreements." Oh. "Wait, they let you change cellmates?" "Why, you trynna run off already?" He felt his heart drop, even after realizing this was probably this guy's idea of a joke. George wasn't sure if he should laugh it off or remain quiet. "'Course they don't. What do you think this is, summer camp?" or DNF Prison!AU where George needs help chasing off what seems to be every horny bastard in the prison and he ends up accidentally roping his new cellmate into helping him.

A Holanda já está fora da Copa do Mundo. A Bélgica também. Depois de sofrer com as eliminações, Max Verstappen decide que não vai escolher uma nova seleção para torar. Muito menos a Argentina. O problema é que George Russell ainda tem a Inglaterra. Vestido com a camisa inglesa, cercado por petiscos cuidadosamente organizados e emocionalmente preparado para transformar uma semifinal em questão de honra nacional, George impõe apenas uma condição ao marido: Nada de provocações durante o jogo. Max promete. E cumpre... ... Até o primeiro lance polêmico. Porque ele não está torcendo pela Argentina. Nem um pouco. Na verdade, gostaria até de ver a Inglaterra na final. Só que George indignado é engraçado demais. Entre decisões de arbitragem discutíveis, ciúmes completamente injustificados de Jude Bellingham, um grupo de pilotos incapaz de permanecer civilizado, duas quedas do sofá, uma invasão inesperada de Carlos e Charles e noventa minutos suficientes para colocar qualquer casamento à prova, Max descobre que provocar o próprio marido pode ser muito mais perigoso do que enfrentar vinte carros na primeira curva de uma corrida. Principalmente quando George Russell leva futebol tão a sério quanto uma largada em Silverstone.

Max Verstappen isn't a hero. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-trying. Too trying. The kind of trying that makes your palms sweat when you lift a grocery box, that makes your chest tighten as the world moves too fast around you. When he steps outside, the streets should've just been another blur, another student hustling, another afternoon slipping by. But then he sees him-someone balancing paper bags with careful hands, oversized hoodie sleeves dragging past his wrists, eyes darting nervously at the crowd. George doesn't mean to stand out. But he does. They collide in the simplest of ways, a spilled bag, a shared glance, a wordless chaos that somehow feels like it could settle into something steady. Max doesn't know why he keeps reaching for the fallen groceries, why he can't look away. George tilts a small smile in his direction, awkward, hesitant, but entirely his own. And for the first time that day, Max pauses-not because he has to, but because he wants to. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this flutter of surprise when George hands him a neatly folded note. Not this quiet curiosity that tugs him toward someone who barely says a word but says everything anyway. "Thank you," the note says one day. And somehow, Max reads it, and it echoes louder than any noise around them. George fidgets with a small board, scribbles something, spins it toward Max. The words are careful, deliberate, tiny moments of trust wrapped in marker ink. Max grins. And George grins back. Between hurried errands, scattered groceries, and moments that teeter on awkwardly sweet, Max begins to see patterns-of care, of thoughtfulness, of someone who notices him just as much as he notices them. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to pay attention, how to stay present, how to see someone fully for the first time. Because this time, when George stretches out a hand, Max doesn't hesitate.