Max Verstappen is a man of routine.

Not the vague, flexible kind of routine that people claim to have and then abandon the second life gets inconvenient. No. Max’s routine is precise. Engineered. Optimized. It exists for one purpose: Win.

He wakes up at 6:00 a.m. exactly. Not 5:59. Not 6:01. His alarm is a soft vibration on his smartwatch, timed with his sleep cycle. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, feet on the floor within three seconds. He drinks a glass of water that he leaves on the nightstand every night. He stretches. He showers for exactly seven minutes. He eats the same breakfast. He checks the weather. He checks his schedule. He starts his day.

It’s perfect.

Or it was.

Until Carlos Sainz moved in.