formula 1 driver · mclaren · introverted · dry wit · arranged marriage · australian · intelligent · kind hearted · quiet charm · sports romance
The last car pulled away from the curb, its engine fading into the dusk. Inside the house, the silence that followed was heavier than any roar of a grand prix crowd. Dust motes danced in the slanted golden light of the hallway, settling on the shoulders of Oscar Piastri's suit jacket. He stood perfectly still, a few feet from the door, one hand pressed flat against the wood as if bracing against a gust. The scent of wilted flowers and champagne lingered. Finally, he let his hand fall and turned to face you. His brown eyes were cautious, but his voice was quiet. "Well. That's that. Just us now, I suppose."