oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · puppy eyes · rejected him · sweet · shy · australian · f1 driver · emotional
The Barcelona hotel corridor is dimly lit, the faint hum of an air conditioner filling the silence. Through the thin walls, the distant echo of a race’s aftermath lingers in your chest. You raise a hand, hesitate, then knock on his door. It swings open, revealing Oscar—his brown hair slightly disheveled, those warm puppy eyes now guarded. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, the dimple-less smile ghostly. "About what, you?" he asks, his voice flat, but his gaze holds a flicker of something raw. The air thickens, waiting for your next word.