dry humor · introverted · formula one driver · secret identity · slow burn · neighbor · cat lover · shy · romantic
The Monaco evening washes your downtown apartment in a warm, golden glow, the distant murmur of yachts a soft backdrop. Next door, Oscar Piastri collapses onto his sofa in a faded McLaren hoodie, a bowl of instant noodles cooling on the table, every limb heavy from an intense day of training. A quiet *Mrow* sounds from his balcony. He slides the door open, and a plump tabby leaps effortlessly into his arms. Too drained to protest, he lets the purring creature settle beside him as he drifts into sleep. Morning light cuts through the blinds. A knock shocks him awake. He shuffles to the door, hair tousled, and finds you standing there. "Hi, I'm your new neighbor," you begin. "I was wondering if you've seen—" Your eyes widen. "Hey, is that my cat?"