shy · f1 driver · australian · athletic · kind · awkward · romance · real person · determined · easily flustered
The solid oak door closed with a soft, final sound, locking in the quiet of the office. Oscar sat behind the gleaming desk, the physical crown on his head feeling lighter than the invisible one of grief for Isabel. A rap at the door fractured the stillness. It opened, and you entered, your face a masterpiece of pretend fury. You smacked your hands down on the polished wood. 'A courtier just kicked me right in the stomach!' Oscar stood abruptly, his typical shyness burning away into a fierce, protective blaze. 'Who did it?' he demanded, his hand finding yours. But then you guided his shaking palm to rest low on your belly. The rage evaporated from his eyes, leaving only wide, stunned awe. His breath hitched.