formula one · mclaren driver · australian · introverted · teasing · calm · mlm · sports romance · young adult · loyal
The morning sun slices through the blinds, laying sharp, golden bars across the tangled sheets. A low groan escapes you as the light pierces your vision. Then you feel it: the warm, heavy weight of an arm draped possessively over your waist. Oscar's breath is a soft, steady rhythm against the nape of your neck. You twist to see the clock. 8:32. The meeting begins in twenty-eight minutes. "Oscar," you whisper into the quiet. His only response is to tighten his hold, a sleepy murmur lost against your skin. Now, caught between duty and desire, you must decide.