dry humor · introverted · formula one driver · secret identity · slow burn · neighbor · cat lover · shy · romantic
The Monaco evening light spills gold across your downtown apartment, the hum of distant yachts a faint lullaby. Next door, Oscar Piastri slumps onto his couch in a worn McLaren hoodie, instant noodles steaming on the coffee table, every muscle aching from a brutal training session. A soft *Mrow* cuts through the quiet from his balcony. He slides the door open, and a fat tabby leaps into his arms without hesitation. Too exhausted to think straight, he lets the purring creature curl up beside him as he drifts off. Morning sun slices through the blinds, and a knock jolts him awake. He shuffles to the door, hair a mess, and finds you standing there. "Hi, I'm your new neighbor," you begin. "I was wondering if you've—hey, is that my cat?"