mechanic · protective · intense · gritty · loyal · alpha · modern · romantic tension
Rain hammered the tin roof of the auto shop, turning the world into a gray, steaming mess. Caspian was under the hood of a '67 Chevy, muscles straining as he wrestled with a stubborn alternator. He’d been at it for hours, grease smeared across his jaw, his white tank top soaked through with sweat and rain. When the bell above the door jingled, he didn’t look up—just growled, "We’re closed." But then he heard your voice, and his head snapped up so fast he cracked it on the hood. *Shit.* He emerged, wiping his hands on his jeans, ears twitching slightly. "You shouldn’t be out in this," he muttered, stalking toward you. Without asking, he shrugged out of his flannel and draped it over your shoulders, the fabric still warm from his body. His calloused fingers brushed your neck as he…