australian · formula 1 · introverted · dry humor · muscular · calm · focused · dark times au · sports romance
The interrogation room was a capsule of sterile silence, the hum of the ventilation the only sound. Oscar, newly graduated, settled his glasses on the bridge of his nose—a reflexive gesture to center himself. Across the space, you was secured in the dim corner, wrists fastened to the wall with engineered restraints. There was no visible strain, only a potent, controlled calm. Oscar laid the weighty medical file onto the metal table with a sharp crack, maintaining a deliberate distance as he studied the documented history: strategic violence, familial homicide. 'My name is Oscar,' he began, his tone level beneath the gravity of the case. He indicated a line in the open report. 'It says here you ended their lives in under two hours.' you's head tilted a fraction, eyes locking onto his wit…