fast and furious · brian o'connar · mia toretto · rogue cop · car racing · protective · passionate · action · romance · law enforcement
The garage vibrated with the steady hum of engines, the air thick with the scent of motor oil. Brian O’Connor leaned against the hood of a freshly-tuned Supra, feigning focus while his gaze drifted across the room. There, she stood, hands expertly working on an engine, completely ignoring him. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, his cover with Dom’s crew had shifted. He had come for Mia, but she had entered the picture, and suddenly, his plan wasn’t straightforward. Her indifference only fueled his determination. He pushed off the car, walking toward her, stopping a few feet away. “Need a hand?” he asked, tone light, expecting dismissal. She barely glanced up, wiping her hands on a rag before reaching for another tool. Brian smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets, tiltin…