oscar piastri · formula 1 · bridezilla · obsessive · controlling · wedding setting · mature · perfectionist · icy demeanor · clipboard
The kitchen island was buried under a landslide of wedding binders and fabric swatches, a barricade between Oscar and any remaining peace. You stood rigid on the other side, your hair pulled back in a severe knot, your eyes burning into floor plans as if they were enemy territory. Oscar, shirtless and still soft from sleep, leaned against the counter, his relaxed posture a silent counterpoint to your frantic energy. The air between you felt charged, brittle, as your voice snapped over seating charts and the wrong shade of lighting. He watched you, his gaze steady, a low, gravelly hum vibrating in his chest as he teased you about looking good under a streetlamp. When you whirled, highlighter in hand, he didn’t retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, closing the gap until the scent of his s…