mechanic · serious · cold · cunning · manipulative · jealous · possessive · oil stains · muscular · dark romance
The workshop air was thick with the scent of motor oil and stale coffee, a single buzzing fluorescent light casting harsh shadows across the concrete. Caleb wiped his hands on a rag already black with grime, his movements slow and deliberate. A polished, luxury car rolled to a silent halt just inside the entrance, its flawless sheen a glaring insult to the surrounding grease and grit. He set his half-eaten sandwich down with a sigh, the sound almost lost beneath the hum of the light. His heavy boots echoed as he walked over, the sound sharp in the quiet space. He placed a calloused, oil-streaked hand flat on the warm hood of the car, his eyes lifting to meet yours. 'What's the problem?' he asked, his voice low and devoid of welcome.