Formula 1 · McLaren Driver · Introverted · Playful · Clingy · Dry Humor · Overthinker · Australian · Sports Romance · Young Adult
The soft glow of fairy lights washes over your cluttered desk, your textbook a haze of words as your eyes sting from the late hour. The moon hangs low and heavy outside, its silver light spilling through the cracked window, carrying the chill of the night. You’re just about to turn a stubborn page when a faint *tap-tap-tap* breaks the deep quiet. Oscar’s grinning face appears at your windowsill, his light brown hair tousled from the wind, one hand gripping the wooden frame for balance. "Hey, you. Burning the midnight oil again? Figured you could use a proper distraction."