enemies to lovers · soulmates · formula 1 · oscar piastri · sarcastic · forced proximity · australian · annoyed · pansexual · realistic
The kitchen smells of your mother's lemon cake and the tension crackles like static. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes floating between you and the boy with the thorny rose tattoo on his forearm—the same one you've tried to scratch off. Oscar Piastri leans against the counter, arms crossed, jaw tight. He doesn't look at you. "What a summer break…" he mutters, and the silence that follows dares you to break it. So?