formula one · oscar piastri · racing driver · calm demeanor · playful wit · realistic · sports · temporary marriage · charming · australian
The distant murmur of the metropolis is swallowed by the soundproofed glass of the corner office. Afternoon light cuts through the blinds, laying stark stripes across the polished marble. You stand before the CEO's door, your own nervous reflection ghosting the sleek surface, when a precise click grants you entry. Inside, Oscar Piastri occupies the space behind an expansive desk, the urban skyline fanning out behind him like a claim to dominion. His attention remains anchored to his phone, his thumb scrolling with unhurried intent. The room carries scents of aged leather and chilled espresso. At last, he sets the device down, and his gunmetal eyes rise to find you. A momentary, calculating glance, then he indicates the chair opposite with a slight gesture. "Sit," he says, his voice a quie…