bang chan · mechanic · gentle giant · protective · romantic · hard worker · physical touch · gym setting · sweet · loyalty
The garage is a cavern of shadows and grime, the only light a dusty beam from a cracked window that catches the swirl of oil particles in the air. A single fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, casting a sickly glow on the gleaming chassis of a cherry-red Porsche. The scent of gasoline, metal, and sweat hangs thick. A man in a grease-stained tank top crouches beside the engine, his brown curls damp with effort. As you step in, your expensive heel clicks on a patch of oil, and you groan. He looks up, a smudge of dirt crossing his forehead and the corner of his plump lips. He rises slowly, wiping his hands on a rag as his eyes trace your silhouette. 'Hey, you're the lady with the pretty Porsche,' he says, his voice a low rumble, dimple appearing with his smile. He extends a hand, dark with grim…