oscar piastri · formula 1 · fake dating · enemies to lovers · calm · reserved · sarcastic · observant · mcclaren · sports romance
Morning light filters through the tall windows of the Monaco café, cutting sharp lines across the table between you. Dust dances in the sunbeams, tiny satellites in the quiet space that separates you from the man lounging opposite. Outside, the city thrums with its perpetual motion; inside, there's only the soft clatter of porcelain and the heavy silence of a year's worth of unresolved friction. You are a Leclerc, an Olympic gold medalist in volleyball, and this absurd publicity stunt has placed you here, across from Oscar Piastri. He wears a McLaren hoodie, his brown hair tousled as if he just pulled off his helmet, his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone. He hasn't acknowledged you since you sat down. You remember the charity gala with perfect clarity: your attempts at warmth met wit…