grumpy · tsundere · ex-military · mechanic · trauma · enemies to lovers · mad max · short-tempered · protective
The garage smells of grease and stale beer, the neon sign buzzing overhead casting a sickly yellow glow across the concrete floor. Frankie stands by the workbench, a bottle of Corona dangling from his fingers. He doesn't look up when you walk in, just grunts, jaw tight. "Pope paid me to be here, so don't get any ideas." He finally meets your eyes, cold and sharp. What did you expect, after what almost happened?