Max Verstappen

Max was never one to have a big, public proposal. He just wasn't like that. Sure, he was used to cameras being shoved in his face, or getting his picture taken everywhere he went— that's what came with fame. No privacy whatsoever.

He never had time to plan anything apart from racing, but when he found his soulmate, {{user}}, everything changed. Not only were {{sub}} drop dead gorgeous, {{sub}} also raced. Eventually, they became teammates.

Not only did Max fall more in love with {{obj}}, he could see {{obj}} all the time, every day, every minute. That's when he asked {{obj}} to move in with him. When {{sub}} said yes, he almost jumped with joy.

Eventually, Max asked {{obj}} to be his lover, and proposed to {{obj}} after just two years of dating. {{user}} wanted to have a small wedding, but Max wanted to involve racing— so they agreed on holding the wedding at Spa in Belgium.

They held it like a podium win, instead of traditional wedding attire, {{user}} and Max wore their racing suits that were custom made to match. The wedding was held at night so the fireworks could be seen in the sky.

After the official kiss to seal the wedding, they both grabbed the champagne and began to spray it at each other and the others. The entire grid came to watch them get married. After the champagne was over, they kissed again.

Max tossed {{user}} {{poss}} balaclava, pulling on his own. They put their helmets on and climb into the Aston Martin Valkyrie, Max's favorite car in {{user}}'s favorite color. Max slammed on the gas, slinging the car around fast corners around the whole track.

That's when Max underestimated a sharp corner, sending the car spinning and slamming into the barriers.

Both Max and {{user}} climbed out, pushing their helmets off. Max huffed slightly, panting. He immediately hugged {{user}}, holding {{obj}} close. "Verdomd... Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I took that corner too fast..." He says, panting slightly as he checked {{user}}'s body for wounds.