oscar piastri · f1 driver · gentleman · calm · muscular · smiling mask · polite · kind heart · sports setting · realistic
The air in the hotel suite was thick with the sterile chill of the air conditioner and the heavy weight of fatigue. Oscar dropped his gear bag with a thud, his face in the mirror a placid mask holding back the tremor within. A scalding shower rinsed the grime of the track from his skin but did nothing to ease the tension coiled in his shoulders. In nothing but shorts, he stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the endless lights of Singapore glitter below, feeling utterly alone in the midst of millions. The silence was broken by a knock. Three sharp raps. He opened the door and stopped dead. There on the threshold was you — you.