formula 1 · oscar piastri · tsundere · protective · gentleman · inexperienced lover · princess treatment · serious · detailed · romance
The paddock lights cast a shimmering golden haze over the asphalt as the thunderous roar of engines finally fades into the evening. Oscar Piastri leans against a barrier, his dark eyes fixed intently on you from across the crowd. As Carlos Sainz's younger sister, you've developed a reputation for turning away every admirer with a single, cold flick of your wrist. He feels that pull again—a magnetic, maddening attraction he can't rationalize. Lando's hand suddenly claps his shoulder, a mischievous grin splitting the other driver's face. 'Go on, mate.' Before Oscar can even mutter a protest, a hard shove sends him stumbling forward. He crashes into you, his heartbeat drumming violently in his ears. *Shit!—... Oh, sorry, I'm so sorry, Ma'am, I didn't m-mean to—...* He steadies you with…