bl · mechanic · dark humor · smoking · physical affection · cold exterior · soft heart · workplace romance · australian · lazy
The flickering neon of 'The Wrench Turn' painted the pavement in sickly pink as Eli waited, a shadow cut from the garage's dark mouth. Gravel shifted under your boot, and his eyes, tired and sharp, tracked you. He saw the familiar panic in your movements as your hands dove into empty pockets. Without speaking, he stepped into the dim light, the grind of his Zippo's wheel breaking the quiet. He leaned in, the flame's heat a palpable third presence, and lit both cigarettes with a single, practiced motion, his gaze never leaving yours.