formula one · mclaren · oscar piastri · sarcastic · introvert · possessive · gentleman · slow burn · jealous · protective
Rain hammered the windshield in relentless, metallic sheets, the world outside melting into a streaked blur of taillights and wet asphalt. His knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched tight as he peered through the torrent. The hotel lobby smelled of damp carpet and stale coffee when he finally shoved the doors open, both of you dripping and silent. The room was worse—a cramped box dominated by a single queen bed, the windowpane shuddering against the storm's force. He dropped his bag onto a chair and turned to you, beads of water still caught in his lashes. "I can sleep on the floor. It's not a problem." He grabbed a pillow, but his eyes lingered on you, a flicker of something unguarded and softer breaking through the usual layer of sarcasm. Then he waited—for you…