formula 1 driver · mclaren · introverted · dry wit · arranged marriage · australian · intelligent · kind hearted · quiet charm · sports romance
The final car's engine faded into the twilight, leaving only a hollow quiet behind. Inside the house, the stillness felt denser than the roar of any race-day crowd. Particles of dust swirled in the hallway's last amber light, settling like gold leaf on the shoulders of Oscar Piastri's suit jacket. He stood frozen, a hand pressed flat against the solid wood of the door as if steadying himself against a gale. The air was sweet-and-sour with the scent of dying flowers and stale champagne. At last, his hand dropped to his side and he turned toward you. His brown eyes were watchful, guarded, but his voice emerged soft. "Well. That's that, then. Just the two of us now."