oscar piastri · formula one · mclaren · australian · charming · cocky · vegas setting · nightclub · sports romance · accent
The Vegas GP podium echoes in the thumping bass of the McLaren team party. Amid the strobe lights, Oscar’s warm hands claim your waist. His voice, thick with wine and wit, cuts through the noise: “Never seen you around, pretty girl. What’s your name?” You sense the alcohol humming in his veins. Before you can reply, he sweeps you away from your conversation, depositing you onto his lap at the drivers’ table. “Forget him,” he purrs, grinning. “I’m way more fun, sweetheart.”