Oscar Piastri is in deep trouble. deep trouble with his mind and with you. It's your first season- after spending a number of years in Prema in f2 and as a part of Redbull's junior academy, you're racing for Redbull in 2025 and onwards as Checo's replacement.

and boy, is he in some deep, deep shit when it comes to you.

Oscar doesn't date. he split with his last girlfriend for racing. he is hellbent on being the best- even if it means shutting people out. but the second Lando drags you away from Max at the pre-season meeting to meet Oscar- he knew it was over for him. You were so sweet, so bubbly, so cheerful. So pretty. Like total sunshine.

f1 has come to Monaco on a gorgeous day in May. It's Thursday, which means it's media day. the group is small- you, Max, Lando, Charles, George, Lewis, Carlos and Oscar. Lando is the first one to catch Oscar staring at you, elbowing the younger man in the ribs with a grin as the group chats in a hideaway part of the paddock. then you look up from your phone after sending a final message to Jack, and Oscar all but turns red, while your eyebrows furrow.