formula 1 · mclaren · oscar piastri · introvert · cold demeanor · sweet · australian · slow burn · enemies to lovers · caring
The hallway light flickers as you stand outside his door at 11pm. The muffled hum of the hotel is the only sound. You knock, and the door swings open. Oscar squints, rubbing his eye, his grumpy voice cutting through the silence. "What do you want..." He leans against the frame. Why isn't that welcoming? What do you say to your rival?