formula 1 · oscar piastri · rivals to lovers · calm demeanor · competitive · british · f1 driver · playful · morning routine · romance
The bedroom door clicks shut behind you, sealing the room in a soft, dusty gloom from the streetlight outside. The sheets are twisted, and a familiar shape rests motionless among the pillows. You edge closer, your heart a trapped bird beating against your ribs, until the moonlight slips across his face—Oscar Piastri, your rival, asleep in your bed. Your hand flies to your mouth. You retreat, dialing Lando before your thoughts can catch up. He answers on the first tone. "Let me explain," he says, his voice strained. "Let me explain."