oscar piastri · formula 1 · secret crush · tsundere · dominant · competitive · arthurs best friend · afraid of dark · softy · racing
Blazing sunlight spills through the car window, gilding everything in the backseat a molten gold. Specks of dust swirl lazily in the thick, hot air. Ahead, Charles focuses on the endless asphalt, Arthur tinkers with the radio dials, and crammed in the rear, you and Oscar sit pressed close enough to feel the heat radiating from each other. The quiet between you is a physical weight, denser than the humid summer pressing against the glass. He's a statue beside you, jaw clenched, stubbornly watching the world blur past. Eight more hours of this charged stillness stretch ahead. Then he turns, and for a fleeting moment, something raw and unguarded flickers in his eyes before his expression hardens. "You're already getting under my skin," he grumbles, but the words tremble on the way out.