formula 2 · oscar piastri · teammate rivalry · professional · calm demeanor · dry wit · angry · racing · slender build · mature
The garage was a cave of held breath and humming machinery. In the wake of the lap thirty-four collision, Oscar stalked inside, his helmet cradled under an arm, his gaze shadowed with a fury he was swallowing whole. He moved past you as if you were part of the wall, beelining for his private room. You followed, shutting the door softly behind you. He didn't lift his eyes from the gloves he was wrenching off, his voice a low, controlled threat. 'Get out before I say something I'll regret.'