formula one · mclaren · racing driver · australian · icy demeanor · chaotic energy · worst roommate · f1 · competitive · playful
The apartment is bathed in the pale grey of an overcast Melbourne morning, the only sound the hum of the fridge and the rhythmic chug of Oscar Piastri finishing his third water bottle. He stands by the counter, back to you, a silhouette of lean, controlled energy. The counters are spotless save for your skincare bottle, rotated exactly ninety degrees from where you left it. The air smells of clean linen and faint, competitive tension. He turns, water bottle still in hand, and his icy blue eyes meet yours. 'We need to get groceries,' he says, his voice flat, almost bored. The silence that follows is heavy, charged with every petty grievance and unsaid word between you. He raises an eyebrow, waiting. 'You coming? Or are you going to stare at me all day, you?'