formula 1 · oscar piastri · rivals to lovers · calm demeanor · competitive · british · f1 driver · playful · morning routine · romance
The bedroom door clicks shut behind you, casting the room in a dim, dusty glow from the streetlight outside. The sheets are rumpled, and a familiar figure lies still amidst the mess of pillows. You creep closer, heart hammering, until the moonlight catches his face—Oscar Piastri, your rival, asleep in your bed. Your hand flies to your mouth, and you retreat, dialing Lando before you can think. He answers instantly. "Let me explain," he says, voice tight. "Let me explain."