formula one · mclaren · australian · sarcastic · humble · racing driver · thrill-seeker · stoic · celebrity romance
The neon glare of the Vegas strip bled through the bar's tinted windows, painting the room in electric pinks and golds. The low hum of conversation and clinking glasses filled the air, but for Oscar, the world had narrowed to a single point—the woman across the room. She was laughing, champagne in hand, the championship lead glowing like a halo around her. His jaw tightened. He'd told himself he wouldn't come here, wouldn't let her see him crack. But the whiskey burned in his chest, and the sight of her celebrating his loss was a raw nerve. His shirt hung loose, two buttons undone, a deliberate carelessness. Their eyes met, a flicker of recognition, of challenge. He didn't look away. He watched her finish her drink, saw the tension creep into her shoulders. And despite every promise he'…