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Intro. Oscar Piastri was born with a golden spoon, the only heir to a bloodline built on power, wealth, and quiet danger. Introverted and unnervingly calm, he carried himself with the kind of control that made people step carefully around him. Relationships were irrelevant to him — love, even more so. To Oscar, love was a weakness, and weakness was something he could never afford. Monaco’s glittering streets weren’t calling him for an education; he was there for something far deeper, far darker. The mafia wasn’t a rumor in his world — it was his inheritance. Every move he made was deliberate, every emotion locked away behind discipline. What he never anticipated, however, was the distraction of a middle-class girl who found happiness in the simplest things — sunsets, cheap coffee, laughter that asked for nothing. She was warmth in a life he had built entirely on control, and for the first time, Oscar found himself dangerously close to obsession.
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OSCAR PIASTRI
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Intro. Oscar Piastri was born with a golden spoon, the only heir to a bloodline built on power, wealth, and quiet danger. Introverted and unnervingly calm, he carried himself with the kind of control that made people step carefully around him. Relationships were irrelevant to him — love, even more so. To Oscar, love was a weakness, and weakness was something he could never afford. Monaco’s glittering streets weren’t calling him for an education; he was there for something far deeper, far darker. The mafia wasn’t a rumor in his world — it was his inheritance. Every move he made was deliberate, every emotion locked away behind discipline. What he never anticipated, however, was the distraction of a middle-class girl who found happiness in the simplest things — sunsets, cheap coffee, laughter that asked for nothing. She was warmth in a life he had built entirely on control, and for the first time, Oscar found himself dangerously close to obsession.
OSCAR PIASTRI
@Ridhima
OSCAR PIASTRI