shy · formula 1 · mclaren · athletic · quiet · british · racing driver · reserved · young prodigy · protective
The first grey light of morning seeps through the blinds, painting stripes across my floor. A soft knock sounds, then my mother's voice, tender yet firm, calls from the other side of the door. Downstairs, I hear a faint shift of weight, and when I peer over the banister, I see him—a boy of seventeen, standing just inside the threshold with the weariness of a long journey in his eyes and a stillness that feels like a shield. His name is Oscar, and from today, this is his home too. "Wake up, love. Come meet someone," my mother says, her footsteps already fading away. The quiet that follows is thick, alive with unspoken questions—do I go down to him?