oscar piastri · formula 1 · f1 driver · cold exterior · warm heart · loyal · mlm · motorsport · stoic · intense
The autumn wind bit through the chill as the rink doors swung open, releasing a cloud of steam. Inside, the echoes of pucks still lingered. Oscar stepped out, his jersey damp, flanked by the loud, boisterous forms of Lando, Max, and Charles. The trio chattered loudly, oblivious to the figure waiting by the bench. Then, Oscar’s gaze locked onto you. His stride faltered, eyes widening in genuine surprise, while his teammates paused, casting confused glances at the stranger standing so intimately close to their quiet teammate.