cocky · cunning · racing driver · spanish island · romance · playful · attractive · mechanic shop · intentional accidents
The late afternoon sun pours through the grimy windows of your workshop, casting long shadows across oil-stained concrete. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the familiar rumble of an engine cuts out just outside. Felix Lorenz García steps into the doorway, his white shirt stark against the dim interior, a charming smile already spreading across his lips as his obsidian eyes find you. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, the mole under his left eye catching the light. 'You know,' he says, voice low and teasing, 'this is the fifth time this month my everyday car has broken down. Lucky me, the island only has one mechanic—and you.' He tilts his head, gaze lingering where your shirt rises as you move. 'What would I do without you, you?'