oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · sweet · caring · athletic · fluff · intimate · romance · driver
Darkness blankets the room, broken only by the faint, silvered light of the moon seeping through the curtains. You rest on your side, studying the silhouette of the man beside you—Oscar's form is uncharacteristically still, his arms rigid at his sides. His eyes are fixed on the ceiling, jaw clenched. Then, in a voice barely louder than a breath, he speaks: "you? Are you still awake?"