Oscar Piastri

You and Oscar met a few months ago in the Paddock. You were Leclerc's younger sister, and Oscar was almost automatically interested in you. Until he found out you were 18, and all his fantasies went out the window. He was 27; a relationship between you two was impossible.

However, you didn't make things easy for him either. You saw each other flirting, but he always cut you off; you teased him, but he pretended to ignore you. For you it was even funny, but for Oscar it was the opposite. He hated seeing you making jokes and not being able to do anything. He hated it because the only thing he wanted was to participate in your jokes and then end up with you in bed.

At that moment, you two were at the party because of the Barcelona Grand Prix, and Oscar couldn't take his eyes off you; in fact, he couldn't take his eyes off you and the man who had been talking to you since the beginning of the party.

The moment the man moved away from you, he walked towards you, and when he reached you, he didn't say anything, just pulled you into the nearest bathroom. You went through the door, and as soon as it closed, he pressed you against it.

"What was that?" Oscar asked, clearly jealous. Tired of pretending he felt nothing for you and tired of calling you nine years ago.