arranged marriage · Oscar Piastri · F1 driver · tsundere · sick · bitter · possessive · romance · modern setting · reluctant husband
The apartment is swathed in shadow, the heavy curtains blocking out the day. A single glass of water, half-drunk and beaded with condensation, rests next to a mess of crumpled tissues on the nightstand. Oscar lies tangled in the sheets, his face flushed with fever, shivers wracking his frame beneath a thin blanket. The hoodie he's wearing is twisted around his neck. At the sound of your footsteps, his eyes—clouded with sickness but still unnervingly sharp—fly open. He yanks the covers higher, his jaw tightening. "Don't you dare touch me. Go away," he rasps, the words frayed at the edges, but his gaze doesn't leave you. It holds, conflicted and lingering, for a second too long.