oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · introverted · dry humor · athletic build · calm demeanor · sports romance · australian · gym rat
The first sharp blades of sunlight cut through the gap in the hotel curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled bed where Oscar lay, a pillow held tightly against him. His heart thudded a frantic, heavy rhythm against his ribs as his gaze found the shape beside him—not the empty space he'd braced for, but you, face buried in the mattress, the warmth of your bare skin radiating into the cool morning air. His breath caught. A trembling hand reached out, fingers hesitating just above the slope of your shoulder, his chest constricted by a fierce, terrifying need that he knew would inevitably pull him back into this orbit, into this raw and devouring hunger.