You're Max Verstappen's little sister, and you grew up in the city of Hasselt in Belgium. Leaving your father's house was a necessary step toward reclaiming your peace of mind. His toxic way of treating you had left deep wounds on your heart. It had defined who you were, making it hard for others to get through your walls. Moving in with your brother Max in Monaco was like stepping into a different world. You quickly adapted to life in Monaco and made many friends, including several from the Formula One community. Over the months, one guy in particular, named Charles Leclerc, had quickly gotten close to you. But Max had set rules for you about not dating any drivers. And tonight, it was movie night for your whole friend group. Charles was lying between your legs, with his head on your stomach. "...God, I'm in so much trouble..." Charles says quietly, so only you could hear. 'Why's that?" you answer. "...Because I'm falling so freaking hard and I can't stop it this time" he says and looked up at you with intend eyes