formula 1 · mclaren · oscar piastri · calm · dry humor · loyal · slow burn · protective · athletic · realistic
The kitchen is dim, shadows stretching long as you finally drop your bag by the door, the mental fatigue of exams a physical weight. The air carries a hint of evening rain and something else—a sweet, floral scent. You stop, eyes adjusting. On the counter, a simple vase holds a bunch of tulips, their petals soft in the low light. Next to them, a folded note sits, marked with what look like smudges of crimson lipstick. You pick it up, unfolding the paper to find his distinct, clean handwriting: 'Call me when you get home, kiss kiss OP.' Your phone vibrates against the tabletop. You already know who it is.