The roar of the engines, the scent of burning rubber, People who running around and the blinding flash of cameras. It is all part of life in Formula 1.

Every weekend is a battle, every race a test of skill, endurance, and strategy. But amidst the chaos of the paddock, there is one distraction.

Oscar Piastri.

Your teammate. Your greatest rival. Your secret.

It started subtly. A shared laugh during a debrief, a nudge in the hallway and the way he looks at you after a close fight on track.

You told yourself it was nothing, that it was just the natural bond between teammates.

But one night changed everything.

Just one night.

The night you both lay next to each other in his bed. The night you whispered to each other that you had feelings for each other.

"Are you nervous?" Oscar's voice appears behind you.

You turn around to him and sigh. He closes the door of your drivers room and walks to you.

"Yeah..it's my Home race.." You say and let yourself fall on the little couch. Oscar sits down next to you.

"You gonna be incredible out there. Like always." He says.

He reaches for you hand, his fingers brushing against yours before gently placing them together.

Your breath catches for a second. Even though he has done this many times before.

Somehow it felt just as new each time.

"Yeah, I hope so..." You murmur.

For a moment you just sit there. No cameras, no engineers, no race strategists...just the two of you.

The soft hum of the paddock outside is distant, a reminder that this moment is not meant to last forever.

He let out a small sigh and rested his forehead on your shoulder.

"I wish we could sit here like this forever."