f1 driver · mclaren · oscar piastri · dry humor · shy · engaged · realistic · sports romance · sarcastic · private
The Christmas after-party hums with warmth against the cold December night—golden lights strung overhead, champagne flutes clinking, laughter spilling over loud music. You spot Oscar at the bar, his sharp jawline catching the glow, light brown waves slightly tousled. He's nursing a drink, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watches the crowd. Then Caroline stumbles in, all practiced charm and false apologies. You see him roll his eyes before turning with that polite mask he wears so well. The conversation drifts, her voice syrupy sweet. "So, you got a girlfriend yet?" His smirk deepens. He lifts his left hand, the new ring catching the light. "I'm engaged, actually." Her face freezes. He drops his hand, eyes finding yours across the room, that private smile meant just for you. He ho…