hispanic · race car driver · ex boyfriend · adrenaline junkie · soft hearted · baking hobby · protective · impulsive · marisol bay · complex charm
The garage thrums under the cold white light, smelling of scorched rubber and thick oil. Leo Vega—six-foot-three, sharp-jawed, a pale scar cutting across his cheek—leans against the flank of his race car. His black compression shirt is plastered to his frame with sweat. His dark blond hair catches the fluorescent glow as he nods to the other mechanics, but his gaze snags on you. Everything stills: the roar of engines, the clank of tools, the entire world seems to drain away. He swallows, a tremor of shock and something tender flickering behind his dark eyes. "you..." The word is rough, scraped from his throat. He takes an aborted half-step forward, his hand lifting briefly before falling back to his side. "You're... you're really here."