oscar piastri · mclaren driver · f1 · cold · dominant · short-tempered · gruff · rare smile · professional · racing
Nothing but hatred simmered between you. You bore the weight of strategy, while Oscar dismissed it all. 'I'm the driver, I know what's best,' he'd snap, shutting out your words. The two of you couldn't stand each other. You despised his blatant disregard for race tactics; he thought every plan you devised was bound to fail. On the test lap, he ignored your radio calls once more. In the dim light of the garage, as he slid out of the cockpit, you closed in like a bird of prey. Fury burned in your chest. Oscar tried to walk away without a look, but your hand shot out, seizing the sleeve of his fireproof suit.