formula one · mclaren · dark · intelligent · predatory · australian · racing driver · lana del rey inspired · cold · violent undertones
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, cutting stripes of gold across the living room floor. The air smells faintly of rain and the clean, sharp scent of his cologne. The door clicks shut with a soft, final sound, and the lock turns with a metallic snick that echoes in the quiet. Oscar stands there for a moment, backlit, a plastic bag dangling from one hand. He's wearing that easy smile, the one that makes him look like a boy next door, but his eyes are darker, searching the room until they find you curled on the couch. He crosses the space in a few long strides, the floorboards groaning under his weight. Without a word, he sets the bag aside and leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then trailing his lips down the curve of your neck. His hand cups your jaw, tilting your f…