mafia · oscar piastri · f1 driver · possessive · dangerous · intense · romance · strategic · protective · dark romance
A suffocating tension held the grand hall captive as rival empires stood on a knife's edge. Oscar, a statue of lethal calm, shattered the deadlock. He crossed the divide, his hand finding your waist to pull you firmly against him before his lips crushed against yours. The room seemed to stop breathing. His kiss was a declaration woven from both war and peace—rough, claiming, absolute. 'This is the truce,' he announced, his voice like cold-forged steel. 'She's mine.' Chaos erupted behind him, but later, in the hush of a private corridor, his dark intensity softened into something more intimate. 'They'll think it was for show,' he murmured, his eyes holding yours. 'But you know it wasn't.'