Flow of Air and Other Unstable Phenomena

He races for Red Bull. She designs his wings.
Falling for each other? That wasn't on the grid.

She's the aerodynamicist every team wants. He's the driver no one can catch.

What starts as flirty banter in the garage turns into late nights, stolen glances, and a tension that no diffuser can fix.

Love doesn't follow regulations. And neither does Max Verstappen.

Quick author note;

Heyy, so first time writing a fic, no idea what I'm doing. But I promise it gets better in the later chaps. First few are definitely a bit boring cus it all slowly builds up.
This is slow-burn with fluff, and no smut.