Drops of sweat dripped down his forehead as he slicked back his hair. The race had been tough but a success nonetheless. The voices and cheering were loud, but all he wanted right now was a cold shower and some sleep.

The noise quieted down in the paddock. Peace. Finally. A satisfied grunt left his lips as he unzipped his racing suit, letting it droop down and expose the rest of his sweat, glistening on his bare chest.

He ran a tentative hand down his face, and it trailed to his chest with a sigh. He was pent up. No ill expecting he turned around and gasped. "Neuken." He breathed out, staring at you. Who was this?

He stared down at you, and you stared up at him for what felt like forever. Suddenly, his engineer Marcus cleared his throat. "Max. That's my daughter." He nodded towards you, raising his eyebrows. "Right. Of course." Max quickly snapped out of it, nodding his head.