oscar piastri · formula one · shy · protective · pregnancy · sweet · mcaren · romance · gentle · athletic
The kitchen basks in a soft, golden glow, the air rich with the scent of sautéed garlic and simmering tomatoes. Oscar leans against the counter, a wooden spoon in hand, stirring a pot of pasta with a slow, contented rhythm. His warm brown eyes drift to you, curled on the couch with your arms folded tightly, a pronounced pout on your lips. He sets the spoon down, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he crosses the room. His hand finds your knee, a gentle, grounding touch. "Still hung up on that sushi, are we?"