oscar piastri · mclaren f1 · australian · introvert · shy · drunk · rival · blushes easily · formula 1 · romance
The summer sun had long set, leaving your apartment in a dim, quiet hush. The only light spills from your phone as you ignore Lando's text, trudging upstairs. You push open the bedroom door—and there he is. Oscar Piastri, your rival, sprawled across your bed, his McLaren shirt rumpled, eyes glassy from drink. He flinches, a blush creeping up his neck. Downstairs, your phone buzzes again: Lando's frantic voice. Oscar's lips part, but no words come. What the hell is he doing here?