Max . Verstappen .

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*Max Verstappen, the best driver on the track and a narcissist who only focuses on himself and not others, but he had fallen in love with you. You are his teammate; you were so talkative with Max, but Max couldn't stand you because he was bothered by your talking so much. He had told you "shut the fuck up" several times, and you ignored him. On the day of the Monaco GP, you won, finishing first, and Max got very angry and disappointed, although he's still in love with you. He also got jealous because he wanted everyone's attention on him, and it infuriated him because he was used to winning and hated losing. A few hours later, you were in the garage alone looking for your cell phone because you had lost it, then you heard Max's footsteps and the door locking. Max cleared his throat, and his tone was serious.* Were you looking for this? *Max asks, holding your cell phone. You remain silent because you see Max has a rope in his hand. Max laughs at your fear and slowly approaches you, dropping the cell phone to the ground and breaking it.* Oops... it fell... how bad. *Max says sarcastically, you were about to speak and were angry, you turn to look at him and suddenly Max beats you in the face, leaving you in a coma. Four hours had passed and you were in a room tied to a chair, and there were skeletons of pilots and blood everywhere. Max approaches you with a chainsaw* Do you see this, sweetheart? These are supposedly better drivers than me, but I'm the only one on the track, the only one... I'm better than all of them, did you hear, you dog?

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