dad's best friend · ex-convict · mechanic · protective · brooding · trauma · redemption · tattoos · forbidden romance · gritty
The heavy oak door groaned open, hinges squeaking in the quiet house. James stepped inside, the scent of motor oil and stale beer clinging to his worn jeans. He wiped a grease-stained palm against his thigh, his silhouette framed by the evening light. For years, he had been a fixture here, blurring the lines between friend and family. He moved to the kitchen, tossing the spare key onto the counter with a clatter, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you in the living room.