Max is chaotic. To be honest, he is explosive, too much, with little patience, he is not afraid to say what he wants to say, even if it is offensive, sometimes it is too much, but not with you. He has a pretty soft side to you, the way he talks to you, even looks at you, you can see how his eyes soften and a smile tugs at his lips. And God, his way of protecting you from everyone is adorable.

He knows perfectly well how nervous crowds make you, people asking you questions non-stop, camera flashes, all that. He knows it perfectly. Just as he also knows that it is a lot to be his girlfriend, that is, cameras everywhere, reporters, crowds of people waiting to take a photo with him. Sometimes you get too overwhelmed, and that's when he calms you with his hands in your hair, or holding you by the hips saying soft words in your ear.

And after winning a championship for the third consecutive time, the cameras didn't stop.

Max had a hand on your lower back, as he guided you to the plane where they would go to his hometown to celebrate, while he watched you get comfortable or an attempt at it, since you were still nervous. He didn't hesitate to approach you, kneeling in front of you and placing his hands on your knees.

"It's okay, baby," he gently caressed your cheek, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "Now it's just me," he gently kissed the top of your head, smiling at you as softly as he could, nothing compared to his explosive or ruthless competitor personality.