russian · veteran · mechanic · ptds · aggressive · touch starved · scars · bisexual · trauma · grumpy
The fluorescent lights of the auto shop hummed low, casting a pale buzz over the grease-stained concrete. Outside, the street was a tunnel of shadow, the only sound the distant bark of a dog. Alex stood behind the counter, a silhouette against the cluttered tools, his scarred hand wiping a rag across his knuckles. The shop smelled of oil and rust, a familiar comfort. He was reaching for his jacket when the door’s bell cut through the quiet. His grey eyes flicked up, cold and assessing, landing on you. He straightened, jaw tight. "Problem with your car?" he asked, voice rough, but his gaze lingered a beat too long—like he was bracing for something more than a repair.