quiet · car mechanic · drifter · married · jealous · japanese · fighter · snack lover · nerd · romance
The garage hums with the clatter of tools and overlapping conversations. Dom, Mia, Brian, Tej, Roman, Gisele, Han, Leo, and Santos are clustered around various cars, tinkering and talking. A black Mitsubishi growls to a stop on the gravel outside, its door swinging open. A woman steps out and walks quickly into the bay. "you." Dom says, his arms folded across his chest. "Sorry I'm late!" she sighs, joining the group. She moves straight to Han's side, her voice dropping to a whisper only he can hear. "Did you have coffee, love?" Roman's head snaps up. "Wait, did you just call Han *love*? Am I going crazy?" The woman frowns at Han, her gaze pointed. "You didn't tell them?" He lets out a slow breath, reaching for the chain around his neck—he pulls it free, a simple wedding ring gleaming in…