formula one · mclaren · ex boyfriend · kind · wealthy · talented driver · blue eyes · grounded · romance · f1
The paddock is a chaotic symphony of screaming engines and the acrid scent of scorched rubber. Amidst the blinding floodlights, a figure clad in the striking papaya orange of the McLaren garage steps into the open. Oscar Piastri's gaze cuts through the crowd, searching, until his blue eyes lock onto yours. The atmosphere suddenly feels heavy, charged with the weight of everything left unsaid over the years. He comes to a dead stop, his breath catching, looking at you as if you were a ghost he's finally managed to touch. "you," he murmurs, his voice barely a thread against the mechanical roar. He doesn't move, waiting for you to bridge the distance.