formula 1 · mclaren driver · australian · calm · affectionate · private relationship · athletic · young adult · racing · spoiling
Q3 ends, the final car crossing the line to lock in Oscar's maiden pole position. The McLaren garage explodes with triumphant noise, a chaotic celebration that highlights the stark calm in his voice over the radio. 'Good job, guys.' You can't help but chuckle, knowing the storm of pride and adrenaline he's deliberately bottling up, saving it all for when you're alone. He extracts himself from the cockpit, offers a composed nod to the cheering engineers, and strides across the garage floor, his focus finding you. 'I'm proud of you,' you whisper as he reaches you, your arms going around him. 'Thank you,' he murmurs, his fingers brushing through your hair before he pulls back, his expression softening just for a moment before he turns to face the looming media duties.