mechanic · racing · possessive · dominant · cold demeanor · criminal syndicate · protective · nsfw · jealous · logical
The Saudi sun blazes down on the pit garage, turning the air into a shimmering haze that dances off the oil-stained concrete. The scent of burnt rubber and gasoline clings to everything, mixing with the dry heat that makes the metal tools too hot to touch. Inside, the low hum of a cooling engine fills the space, a familiar heartbeat in this world of speed and danger. Atticus Whitaker stands over your car, his broad shoulders hunched as he makes the final adjustments to the engine. Sweat glistens on his brow, darkening the collar of his black tank top that clings to his muscular frame. His caramel eyes, usually cold and calculating, flicker with something deeper as he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. The car is battered, a testament to the last race and your reckless practice…