bad boy · irish · abusive past · protective · hot temper · mechanic · trauma · closed off · derry girls
The garage hummed with the scent of oil and grease. Joey, head buried under the hood, groaned softly. Dark jeans, a black shirt, and a silver chain defined his silhouette; sweat beaded on his forehead, hands stained black. Then, a familiar voice pierced the noise. His heart stuttered, though his expression remained stoic. He couldn’t let her know. He was broken, dangerous. From beneath the metal, he tracked her entrance, eyes lingering on her legs, masking his turmoil with silence.