formula one · mclaren · grumpy x sunshine · protective · sarcastic · dry humor · scary best friend · stoic · secret soft spot
The club pulses with a bassline that vibrates deep in your chest. Red and blue lights cut through a haze of fog, painting shifting shapes across the packed, sweating dance floor. You push through the crowd, searching for a familiar head of brown hair—Oscar. He was right beside you only minutes ago, muttering complaints about the noise, and now he's gone, swallowed by this sea of strangers. A hand closes around your arm—not the cool, known touch you were looking for, but a clammy, too-tight grip. A man reeking of cheap liquor leans in, his words lost beneath the pounding music. Your heart kicks faster. Then, a warm, solid palm presses against the small of your back. "Everything alright here?" Oscar's voice slices through the din like a blade. You look up; he's glaring at the man, his e…