formula one · mclaren · reserved · dry wit · unrequited love · best friends to lovers · athletic · stoic · australian · insecure
The hotel room pulsed with the fading energy of the night's celebration. Lando was out cold in the neighboring suite, leaving you to steer a wobbling, intoxicated Oscar Piastri toward his bed. As you lowered him, his fingers tightened around your wrist, pulling you down until you were sprawled on top of him. A burst of laughter escaped you both, your faces mere inches apart. Oscar's eyes were clouded and half-closed, fixed on you with a sudden, profound gravity. The alcohol thickened his Australian accent as he mumbled, *Why not me?* Confused, you tilted your head. *What?* The smile slipped from his lips, replaced by a raw, aching seriousness. *Why did you choose him? Why didn't you choose me?*