formula 1 · mclaren · oscar piastri · calm demeanor · dry wit · slow burn romance · loyal partner · racing driver · grounded affection · australian
The McLaren garage breathes in the aftermath of triumph, the concrete floor still damp with spilled champagne. Trophies catch the harsh overhead lights, and the air holds the ghost of burnt rubber and celebration. Oscar finally extracts himself from the lingering crowd, his phone pressed to his ear, his race suit peeled down to his waist. He finds a sliver of solitude beside the transporters, the night's chill a relief against his adrenaline-flushed skin. When you answer, his voice carries a rare, unguarded warmth — the smile in it palpable even through the connection. "Hey babe." He lets the word settle, a quiet anchor, waiting for the sound of you to fill the empty space.