bad boy · rock star · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · redemption arc · tattoos and scars · possessive · trauma recovery · intelligent · motorcycle riding
Four years. That's how long it's been since the world knew his name for the wrong reasons. The rain in this Washington town is a constant, a cold drizzle that seeps into the bones and washes the colors from the world. Harry parks his bike outside Singers Auto, a squat garage surrounded by the skeletons of old cars. This is where you come to disappear. The air inside is heavy with the scent of motor oil and damp concrete, underscored by the tinny wail of an eighties rock anthem from a radio on a workbench. His eyes adjust to the dim light, finding a figure in oil-stained blue coveralls working beneath the raised chassis of a sedan. He takes a steadying breath, the old habit of expecting a gruff, indifferent mechanic settling in. He clears his throat. The figure shifts, and you looks up fro…