billionaire · ferrari driver · cold · intimidating · british · mechanic · enemies to lovers · tattoos · lake george · racing
The mechanic shop hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across oil-stained concrete. Outside, the night is a thick blanket of darkness over Lake George's empty roads, the only sound the distant lapping of water against the shore. Inside, Ace King moves through the familiar space, his fingers brushing over tool chests and tire racks, ensuring everything is in order for Monday morning. The scent of grease and metal clings to the air, a summer ritual he’s never outgrown. He pauses, slate-grey eyes catching movement through the grimy window—a figure, struggling, pushing a car down the deserted street. He watches, curiosity piqued, until the silhouette draws close enough to recognize. you. Of course. The familiar irritation stirs in his chest. He snatches his…