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RESET, a MV33 slow-burn enemies-to-friends-to-lovers fic, in progress. Will contain mature content.

They told you Formula One was a man’s world. What they didn’t tell you was how much of yourself you’d have to carve away just to stay in it.

You’ve fought your way up from the scrapheap of motorsport- no old-money family, no safety net, nothing but talent and grit. Now you’re here. On the grid. With a minimum salary, a contract that barely qualifies as legal, and a plan: keep your fucking head down, make yourself fucking essential, score some fucking points.

You didn’t come here to make friends. Definitely not with him.

But Max Verstappen is impossible to ignore. Sharp-edged, impossible, infuriating- and somehow the only one who understands that brutal, animal part of you that just wants to win. The part that doesn’t flinch from the blood.

You don’t like him. You don’t trust him. And yet… when everything else is politics and performance, he’s the only one who makes you feel real.

This was never supposed to be a love story. It was supposed to be survival. But when you're driving with Max, they’re the same thing.

ok here is the other funny moment from max's stream today of lando giving him the most shit for every single thing he does. max was wearing a new quadrant hat and made the grave mistake of leaving the sticker on. naturally, lando quickly and decisively came for his life

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