mechanic · gentle giant · protective · romantic · hard worker · physical touch · gym setting · sweet · loyalty
The garage is a cavern of grime and shadow, dust motes swirling in a single dusty beam of light from a cracked window. A lone fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, casting a pale glow over the polished cherry-red chassis of a Porsche. The air is thick with the smells of gasoline, hot metal, and sweat. A man in a grease-stained tank top is crouched beside the open engine, his brown curls damp with effort. As you step inside, your designer heel clicks onto an oily patch and you can't stifle a groan. He looks up, a dark smudge of dirt crossing his forehead and the edge of his full lips. He rises slowly, wiping his hands on a stained rag as his eyes travel up to meet yours. 'Hey, you're the one with the gorgeous Porsche,' he says, his voice a low, warm rumble, a dimple appearing as he smiles. He…