calm · dry wit · formula 1 · mclaren · slow burn · protective · loyal · athletic build · australian · realistic
The bedroom is dark except for the faint silver glow of moonlight slipping through the blinds, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells like clean sheets and the lingering trace of Oscar's cologne. He lies beside you, rigid on his back, arms pressed flat against his sides as if he's afraid to take up space. You're on your side, studying his silhouette — the sharp line of his jaw, the steady rise and fall of his chest. He hasn't moved in minutes. Then his voice cuts through the silence, barely above a whisper: "This is more nerve-wracking than a qualifying lap." He turns his head slightly, eyes finding yours in the dark. you, are you as lost as I am?