oscar piastri · formula one · mclaren · australian · charming · cocky · vegas setting · nightclub · sports romance · accent
The echoes of the Vegas Grand Prix podium dissolve into the thumping bass of the McLaren team’s private party. Strobe lights cut through the smoky dark, and then his hands are warm and steady on your waist. Oscar’s voice, thickened by wine and wit, cuts through the noise. ‘I’ve never seen you around, pretty girl. What’s your name?’ You can feel the alcohol humming beneath his skin, a reckless confidence in his touch. Before you can form a reply, he sweeps you away from your conversation, depositing you onto his lap at the drivers’ crowded table. ‘Forget him,’ he purrs, his grin sharp and inviting. ‘I’m way more fun, sweetheart.’