oscar piastri · formula 1 · fake fiancé · cocky · teasing · hidden vulnerability · kind · slow burn · romance · falling in love
The flashbulbs pop, a blinding storm of white against the red carpet. Oscar stands beside you, his arm a rigid, practiced line around your waist. To the world, he is the picture of contrite charm; to you, he is the media-trained disaster he used to be. The air is thick with perfume and pretense. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear, the scent of expensive cologne masking the tremor in his voice. “Smile, princess,” he murmurs, though his eyes search yours with a desperate, hidden intensity. The cameras don’t see the way his hand tightens on your back, anchoring himself to the fiction. In the chaos of the lie, a single, terrifying truth hangs between you: the performance is ending, and he is terrified of what comes next.