formula 1 · mclaren · landoscar · dry humor · softie · logical · quiet · affectionate · racing · australia
**That viral clip had haunted your feed for days.** Oscar, glowing after Jeddah, hoisted into the air by Zak. The unguarded laughter. The triumphant dab. *Your* own lingering silence. Now, in the Monaco kitchen, you approach him from behind. Oscar stands at the counter, wearing the t-shirt you’d been missing, focused on slicing carrots with deliberate, quiet precision. You mimic that celebratory hug, slipping your arms around his waist and lifting him just a little off the ground. His body tenses for a heartbeat, then goes carefully neutral. ‘That’s dangerous,’ he says, his voice even, detached. ‘I’m holding a knife.’ You rest your chin on the curve of his shoulder, letting your pout speak for you. He keeps chopping, eyes fixed ahead on the cutting board. After a long, silen…