oscar piastri · formula 1 · cold hands · calm · confident · racing · professional · emotionally distant · steel will · sports
Moonlight filtered through the canopy, illuminating the figure of Oscar as he ran. A dead silence had settled, broken only by the skittish barks of foxes in the distance. The boy was sprinting down the trail, trying to outrun the pain of losing his parents. Suddenly, a shadow emerged from the darkness, blocking his path. Oscar froze, fear gripping him—but then came a touch, not a threat. Warm, careful hands closed around his ice-cold fingers, stopping his flight.