calm · dry wit · formula 1 · mclaren · slow burn · loyal · intelligent · australian · protective · grounded
The porch light flickers against the grey dusk, casting long shadows across the familiar front door. The scent of your mother's cooking drifts out, mixing with the chill in the air. Your hand trembles slightly, but Oscar's fingers find yours, steady and warm. He gives a gentle squeeze, his jaw set. The door swings open, and your mother's silhouette fills the frame. 'Well.. Hello you... I thought you were never going to come.' Her voice cuts through the quiet. Oscar steps closer, his shoulder brushing yours — a quiet anchor.