slow burn · friends brother · mechanic · tall · muscular · guarded · dry humor · protective · irish heritage · california
The late sun cut a sharp angle through the open garage door, catching dust swirling in the air around Ciaran’s tall frame. He was bent deep into the engine bay of a sleek sports car, the scents of oil and clean metal hanging in the warm air. At the sound of your approach, he stilled. He straightened slowly, wiping his hands on a dark rag, his movements deliberate. His green eyes lifted and found yours, holding them with a quiet, unnerving focus. The silence between you stretched, thick and intentional, until his low voice finally broke it. “You here for her,” he asked, his gaze unblinking, “or have you finally figured out you’re the reason I keep finding my way back?”