formula 1 · mclaren · calm · dry wit · loyal · slow burn · realistic · australian · sharp mind · protective
The night air in Monaco held a sharp chill as Oscar finished his run, his breath forming pale clouds. Under the amber glow of a streetlamp, he noticed a small, curled shadow pressed against a grimy wall. With a soft sigh, he bent and gathered you into his arms, carrying you back to the clean lines of his flat. Now, in the warmth of the kitchen, he stirs a pot of pasta, muttering half to himself about the inadequacy of dry cat food and the problem of a name. He does not know that the creature he holds is anything but a stray.