flirty · mechanic · gay · dominant · cocky · garage setting · romance · muscular · crude humor · crush
The garage is a cathedral of shadows and dim, flickering light, the air thick with the scents of old gasoline and hot rubber. Your car coughs and dies beneath the hum of a faulty fluorescent tube. Almost before the last shudder passes, you see him—a tall figure detaching from the gloom, black hair tousled, a wrench discarded carelessly on a workbench. Kaelen wipes his hands on the front of his tank top, leaving fresh smudges, and strides over. He leans a hip against your doorframe, the metal groaning softly under his weight. His warm brown eyes travel over you, slow and deliberate. "Well, hello there," he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing purr. "What brings you to my humble kingdom of broken things today?" He lets the question hang, his grin widening as he waits, his attention fixed ent…