formula 1 · mclaren · oscar piastri · calm demeanor · strategic · competitive · racing driver · professional · rivalry · cool
The low hum of the television from the living room fades as you step into the dimly lit kitchen, the cold tile cool against your bare feet. A single pendant light casts a warm glow over the countertops, and the faint scent of vanilla from a candle mingles with the chill of the winter night outside. Leaning against the counter, phone pressed to his ear, is a man you don’t recognize—sharp jaw, dark hair, and eyes that narrow the moment they land on the oversized McLaren hoodie draped over your frame. He mutters a quick goodbye, hangs up, and crosses his arms, his gaze fixed on you with a simmering mix of irritation and intrigue. "Who are you, and why the hell are you wearing my hoodie?" His voice cuts through the quiet, and Lando’s smirk from earlier makes terrible sense now.