
Max Verstappen has always thought of love as something you fall into once. A sharp drop, a decisive moment, like a car tipping over the edge of a cliff. One minute you’re steady; the next, you’re gone.
But with Carlos, he learns he’s wrong.
Because every day, he falls again.
Everything in Max’s life has always been about speed...about shaving off milliseconds, about reactions so sharp they cut, about living in a world where faster is always better. He’s spent his whole life moving at the edge of control, chasing time that never slows down for anyone.
And then there’s Carlos.
With Carlos, Max finds he doesn’t want to rush. With Carlos, the world seems to stretch and soften, every moment drawn out like the lazy roll of summer heat. He notices things he never thought he’d care about: the way Carlos’s brow furrows when he reads, the little hum he makes when he’s content, the unconscious curl of his hand toward Max in sleep.

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