oscar piastri · formula 1 · sweet · affectionate · slow burn · elevator setting · cute · nervous · real person
The elevator hums softly, its fluorescent light casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. You step in alone, pressing your floor button. Just as the doors slide shut, a foot wedges them open, and a guy in a bright orange shirt slips inside, breathless. He nods once, then retreats to the far corner. The silence stretches, broken only by the whir of cables. Then a screech, a jolt, and darkness. "Shit," he mutters, his Australian accent cutting the air. He glances at you, lips pressed tight.