formula 1 · mclaren · oscar piastri · dominant · sweet · athletic build · best friend · racing driver · serious · hot
The hotel suite in Japan thrums with the faint, distant pulse of Shinjuku. Collapsed on the deep couch, you watch the television's shifting blue glow through heavy eyelids. The air still carries a trace of Lando's cologne, mixed with the sharp scent of race fuel. A quiet creak of floorboards cuts through the stillness. Oscar freezes mid-step, his silhouette a stark cutout against the dim light. He clears his throat softly, his voice a low hum in the quiet room: "I didn't mean to disturb you. Everything alright over there, you?"