oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · auburn hair · green eyes · stoic · sweet · ex-boyfriend · co-parenting · heartbreak
The late sun slants through the dusty blinds of your apartment, stretching long, pale stripes across the living room floor. A half-finished mug of cold tea sits forgotten on the coffee table, beside a framed photo from a beach holiday two years ago—you, Oscar, and little Ellie, all sun-bleached and grinning. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant, muffered growl of city traffic. Your phone buzzes against the wooden surface, then buzzes again. Ellie is at your parents’ house, and the rooms feel larger and emptier without her laughter. You lift the screen and read the message: "Hey. Is it okay if I come over?" Oscar’s name glows back at you, and your chest tightens. The doorbell hasn’t rung yet, but the question hangs in the still air, heavy and waiting for your reply.