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Oscar doesn’t know how it happened.
They’re yelling, too close, voices overlapping, when Lando shoves him back hard enough to rattle the bench.
Something in Oscar snaps and the words are out before he can stop them
“Can I blow you?”
They land wrong. Too wrong.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was not what he meant.
“What?” Lando says.
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Oscar signs up for tennis to break his routine.
Norris signs up like he’s already decided Oscar doesn’t belong.
Some games aren’t played to win.
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Max Verstappen has always been destined for greatness. Ruthless on the ice as well as off it, he will crush anyone who gets in his way, including his biggest rival George Russell, whose resentment for Max runs deep. George can’t stand how easily everything comes to Max, and he wants nothing more than to beat him.
Oscar Piastri’s only goal is to prove himself – as a rookie, distractions are something that he cannot afford. His focus is entirely on the ice, yet he can’t help it drifting to the figure skater that is so often occupying it – Lando Norris, the fallen star determined to rediscover his footing.
Four athletes, two sports, one shared rink - and lines that begin to blur.
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Oscar arrives in North London with nothing and no one. A broken past, a pull-out mattress, and a name that gets him in more trouble than it’s worth.
He wasn’t supposed to stay. He wasn’t supposed to race. And he definitely wasn’t supposed to fall for the boy who sees everything but never lets anyone in.
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They handed him an Omega with ash still in his hair.
Lando stood barefoot on the marble floor of a city that had swallowed his name, his future, and the scent of the man he was promised to. He said nothing. He didn’t bow. He only stared — jaw tight, eyes brighter than any fire that took his home.
Oscar Piastri was a commander, not a keeper of hearts. The boy was a war spoil, nothing more. He told himself that, again and again, as days passed and silence turned into glances, glances into questions, and questions into something dangerously close to care.
The rules of war are simple: Victors take. The conquered yield.
But Lando has never followed rules.
And Oscar? He's starting to forget them.
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