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The Cruel Prince if Max Verstappen were Cardan Greenbriar and Charles Leclerc was Jude Duarte
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"What? Speechless for the first time in your life?" Max sneers, but there's a hint of uncertainty beneath his arrogance.
Charles slides off the edge of the desk to stand right in front of Max—not believing what he's just heard. He presses the knife tip under Max's chin, forcing his gaze up to him.
Max doesn't flinch—doesn't pull away. He meets Charles' gaze head-on, blue eyes burning with something defiant.
"Go on," Max dares, voice low and rough. "Cut my throat. At least then I'll finally be free of you."
But there's no real bite to the words—just exhaustion.
Charles leans in slightly before pausing—watching Max closely.
Max's breath catches, eyes flaring. His heart's beating an irregular, fast rhythm he can't control. He tries to keep his expression neutral. He doesn't move a muscle—but his eyes drop to Charles' lips for one traitorous moment.
Charles watches as Max's breath hitches and pulls back quickly, still keeping his knife under Max's chin. He stares, unable to hide his own shock.
“You are obsessed with me.”