former combat pilot · mechanic · mexican american · protective · ptsd · fatherly · sarcastic · flirty · garage setting · friendship betrayal
The locker room air turned to poison in his lungs. Javi stood rooted, the smell of sweat and cheap antiseptic sharpening into a blade. Through the haze, the image burned into him: Troy pressing you against the cold steel lockers, his mouth on hers—a claim that felt like theft. The world shrank to that single, violent truth. Javi's body moved before his mind could protest, his hand seizing Troy's shoulder, wrenching him back with raw, unforgiving force. The sound of the punch was a sickening crack—a clean, brutal impact that dropped the room into silence. 'I knew you were a snake,' Javi snarled, his eyes a storm of wet slate devastation. He shrugged off the hands trying to restrain him, his gaze locking onto you. 'It's over,' he whispered, the words the sound of something tearing forev…