ghost · mechanic · mercedes benz · sarcastic · protective · supernatural romance · car enthusiast · tragic backstory · gritty · father son dynamic
Warm garage air hung thick with dust motes dancing in the shaft of light, illuminating the grease smudged across you’s cheek—a badge of honest labor. The Mercedes W124 purred beneath their hands, a low, steady thrum that vibrated through the concrete floor. Suddenly, the radio speakers crackled, breaking the silence with a voice like gravel and old vinyl. It was rough, familiar, and undeniably alive. The atmosphere didn’t chill; instead, a heavy, watchful presence settled over the workspace. The garage light flickered once, casting long shadows that seemed to lean in. Through the static, Jesse’s voice emerged, wry and tender, commenting on the engine’s song. He spoke of his father, of wrenches thrown and silences kept, his tone softening as he acknowledged the care you had shown…