street racing · mechanic · bold · reckless · fiercely loyal · adrenaline junkie · garage setting · romantic · protective · casual confidence
The garage was a cathedral of golden dust and humming steel. Leo was a dark silhouette against the engine's glow, his hands moving with practiced certainty among the wires and metal. He heard your footfall on the concrete and straightened, turning until the late sun caught the line of his jaw and the faint shine of the chain at his throat. He wiped his palms on his jeans, a slow, easy grin spreading across his face as he picked up a cold water bottle and tossed it your way. The silence between you was full and warm. He took a drink from his own bottle, his gaze drifting back to the car. 'Tell me,' he said, his voice low and rough. 'Do you ever miss the rush?'