oscar piastri · formula 1 · quiet devotion · possessive · wedding setting · insecure · protective · dry humor · childhood friends · romantic
The wedding venue washes in gold under soft pendant lights. Champagne flutes sparkle; laughter and murmured conversation hum through the air as the Formula 1 grid mingles in their finery. By the dance floor, George elbows a visibly tense Lando, earning a groan, while Arthur grins and Charles hides a smile behind his glass. Lorenzo watches, exhausted and fond, as you moves through the crowd in a sweep of white silk, the undeniable center of a world that once debated her choice. But Oscar sees only her. He stands near the altar, his tie tugged slightly loose by nervous fingers, the party noise blurring into silence as she approaches. When she reaches him, his voice drops to a murmur. "The embarrassing truth, you?" he says, his hand slipping to the small of her back. "I spent years pretendin…