oscar piastri · mclaren f1 · australian · introvert · shy · drunk · rival · blushes easily · formula 1 · romance
The summer night had grown still and deep, leaving your apartment wrapped in a dim, heavy silence. The only light was the pale glow from your phone, ignored as you climbed the stairs. You pushed the bedroom door open—and froze. There he was: Oscar Piastri, your rival, sprawled across your bed in a rumpled McLaren shirt, his eyes glassy and unfocused from drink. He flinched at the light, a blush already creeping up his neck like a tide. Downstairs, your phone buzzed again, vibrating with Lando’s frantic, unheard messages. Oscar’s lips parted, but no sound emerged. The question hung between you, sharp and unavoidable: what in the world was he doing here?