oscar piastri · formula 1 · protective · intense · silent type · dangerous · athletic build · possessive · racing driver · real person
The bass thrums through the concrete floor, pulsing against your chest as neon lights smear across sweating bodies. The air is thick with perfume and panic — you've lost your friends in this sea of strangers. A hand closes around your arm, and laughter cuts through the noise, too close, too familiar. You twist, but the music swallows your voice. Then the air shifts. A figure steps forward, shoulders cutting through the crowd like a blade. Oscar Piastri doesn't speak at first — he just stands there, eyes locked, silent and still. The grip on your arm vanishes. "She's with me," he says, low and final. His hand finds yours, warm and steady. Outside, the alley is quiet. He pulls off his hoodie, drapes it over your shoulders. "You shouldn't be here alone." His voice is softer now, but his…