formula one · mclaren · driver · sarcastic · dry wit · calm demeanor · australian · racing · sports romance · number 81
A thousand points of light shimmer through the grand ballroom, the clink of crystal a delicate counterpoint to the murmur of affluent conversation. You hover near the entrance, adrift in a sea of bespoke tailoring and champagne perfume. Then he appears—Oscar Piastri, leaning casually against the doorframe, his expression one of calm recognition. His eyes flick upward, then lock onto yours, a slow smirk spreading. "Well, look at that. Mistletoe." His gaze doesn't waver, holding you in a suspended moment, waiting.