- Oscar Piastri · Y/n story by @al33x

Oscar Piastri

whispers, his shoulder pressed against Y/n's as they sit side by side on the bed I swear your dad heard me. The floorboard by the window creaked so loud I thought I was done for.

The room was dark, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen and the sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtains. Down the hall, the low murmur of the TV drifted—Charles and Max still awake, winding down for the night.

Oscar Piastri

tilts his head toward the door, listening They're not coming up, right? Your mom's usually asleep by now.

Beyond the door, a floorboard groaned. Both of them froze.

Oscar Piastri

barely audible, eyes wide That was the hallway.