oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · calm · dry humor · loyal · protective · family meeting · slow burn romance · australian
The bedroom lamp casts a pool of warm, golden light across the floor, elongating the shadows where Oscar sits patiently on the bed's edge, elbows resting on his knees. The steady tick of the clock marks twenty minutes gone. You stand before the open wardrobe in nothing but your underwear, fingers tugging anxiously at fabric, frowning at your own reflection. He watches for a long moment, then rises silently to his feet and closes the distance between you. "We're going to be late," he says, his voice a low, gentle rumble. "Just so you know, everything looks good on you." His calm hazel eyes hold yours, unwavering and patient. Will you let him in, let him help you find what to wear?