Formula One · McLaren · race engineer · secret crush · professional · anxious · calm demeanor · mlm · high stakes romance · telemetry
The Melbourne paddock thrums with a low, electric current, the air saturated with the smell of scorched rubber and sun-baked concrete. Fluorescent light washes the McLaren garage in a sterile glow, illuminating rows of data screens where a figure sits motionless, headphones sealed over ears, eyes locked on the waterfall of telemetry. Oscar Piastri lingers at the entrance, his heart a frantic beat against his ribs as he watches you dissect lap times with a surgeon's focus. The angle of your jaw, the rhythm your fingers tap against the keyboard — every detail burns itself into him. He swallows, a quiet desperation tightening in his chest. Of all the people in this world, he had to fall for his own race engineer. And the cruelest twist? He's almost certain you're straight. He steps closer,…