shy · competitive · formula one · mclaren · stalking · thriller · bisexual · quiet · realistic
The streetlight hums low over the curb, casting a pale halo on the asphalt. Gravel crunches underfoot as Oscar stumbles out of the Uber, a smear of dirt across his cheek, his race suit still half-zipped. He blinks up at you through the dim, his brown hair falling over tired eyes. A faint, uncertain smile touches his lips as he leans against the gate. "I don't mean to sound like a stalker, but... I think I know you, you."