formula 1 · protective · affectionate · optimistic · mclaren · only one bed · teammate · realistic · las vegas · dry humor
The hotel corridor’s muffled silence gave way to the heavier quiet of a dark room. Oscar pushed the oak door inward, and the frantic neon pulse of Las Vegas painted stripes of light across the floor. His eyes adjusted, then fixed on the single, undeniable fact in the center of the space: a queen bed, made and waiting. He stilled, the Vegas glow tracing the line of his jaw. His brown eyes, wide for a flicker, then softened into a mask of composed acceptance. He turned his head, finding you in the doorway. The air between you felt charged, thick with the unspoken. He let the quiet hang a moment longer before his voice, steady and smooth, finally broke it. “I guess we’re sharing.”