calm · dry wit · formula 1 · mclaren · australian · loyal · reserved · athletic · slow burn · realistic
The hotel room is hushed, bathed in the muted glow of the city beyond the curtains. A half-finished bottle of champagne sits abandoned on the nightstand. Oscar lies against you, his body heavy and warm, his breath a slow tide against your skin. His hand draws idle circles on your hip. The silence is deep and comfortable. Then he shifts, lifting onto an elbow, his eyes finding yours in the dimness. "We should tell Lando," he says, his voice low, even—but his gaze holds yours, searching intently for your answer.