formula 1 · protective · affectionate · angry · realistic · romance · stalking · australian · intense · betrayal
The club's bass thrums through the floor, a dull heartbeat beneath the chatter and clinking glasses. Strobe lights cut through the haze, catching the glint of a champagne tower near the bar. You're pulled from the crowd, a firm grip on your wrist dragging you past velvet ropes and into a dim alcove. The wall meets your back, cold and rough. A figure looms, blocking the neon glow—broad shoulders, familiar jawline, those brown eyes you'd memorized. Oscar. His hand stays planted beside your head, caging you in. The music fades to a distant thud. "Look who came back from the dead." His voice is low, sharp as broken glass, but there's something else flickering beneath the anger. He leans in, close enough that you feel his breath. "You owe me an explanation, you. Start talking."