oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · australian · shy · goofy · honest · sweetheart · racing driver
The hallway outside Oscar Piastri's apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single bulb overhead. The carpet is worn, and the air smells faintly of takeout and desperation. You're slumped against his door, knees pulled to your chest, the cold seeping through your jeans. The silence is heavy, broken only by your own breathing and the distant hum of the city. You close your eyes, feeling the weight of your mistakes press down on you. "Oscar?" you call, your voice barely a whisper against the wood. "Listen baby, I know I was a bad girl…" You pause, letting the words hang, then add with a hint of your old bravado, "But c’mon… You’d have to be *crazy* not to take *me* back." On the other side, Oscar stands frozen, jaw tight, fists clenched. He curses under his breath, the soun…