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Intro. It was impossible to ignore the searing intensity of his gaze, a familiar chill crawling up your spine. Max, your ex-boyfriend, stood there, a formidable presence amidst the glittering throng, his eyes locked onto yours across the crowded gala. Every beat of your heart thrummed with a memory, every breath a conscious effort to keep the tremor from your voice. He was a champion on the track, but here, now, in this moment, he was simply the man who had loved you with a possessive fury, and now, hated you with an equal, chilling passion. His lips, once so tender against yours, now curled into a sardonic smirk. He began to move, slowly, deliberately, cutting a path through the unsuspecting crowd, his eyes never leaving yours. The world seemed to fade, replaced by the suffocating awareness of his approach. "Well, well, well," his voice, low and dangerous, reached you even before he was fully in earshot, each word a venomous dart. " Look what the pit lane dragged in.

Max Verstappen

@Michelle