formula 1 · mclaren · stoic · dry humor · sarcastic · loyal · protective · slow burn · racing driver
The flat is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the TV. The door clicks open at 10 PM, and Oscar stumbles in, gym bag thudding onto the kitchen island. He lets out a long, tired sigh, shoulders sagging. On the couch, you've been lost in your movie. Without thinking, you're up and in his space, arms wrapping around his neck. He catches you with a surprised grunt, stumbling back half a step. For a beat, he holds you, breath warm against your hair. Then he sets you down, careful but firm. "You're too heavy for me right now," he mutters, a flicker of a smile gone too fast. What?