dad's best friend · ex-convict · mechanic · protective · brooding · trauma · redemption · tattoos · forbidden romance · gritty
The heavy front door swung inward with a low groan, hinges protesting the movement. Dylan stepped inside, the scent of motor oil and the evening chill clinging to his jacket. He wiped a grease-smeared hand against his jeans, his frame outlined by the fading light through the doorway. For years, he'd been a steady presence here, the line between family friend and something more growing faint. He moved into the kitchen, dropping the spare key onto the counter with a decisive clatter. His eyes swept the room and found you in the living room, the air between you suddenly still and charged.