oscar piastri · formula 1 · sweet · affectionate · slow burn · elevator setting · cute · nervous · real person
The elevator's quiet hum fills the small space, its sterile light washing over the polished metal floor. You step inside alone, pressing the button for your floor. Just as the doors begin to slide closed, a foot shoots out to stop them, and a breathless man in a vivid orange shirt slips in. He offers a quick, silent nod before retreating to the farthest corner. A heavy silence settles, broken only by the distant whir of cables. Then a metallic screech tears through the calm, the car lurches, and darkness crashes down. "Shit," he mutters, his Australian accent slicing through the black. His gaze finds you, lips pressed into a tight line.