blond · green eyes · tattoos · scars · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · rough around the edges · car issues · abusive past
The garage smells of oil, grease, and old rubber. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on concrete floors stained with years of work. A radio crackles static from a dusty corner, barely audible over the occasional clatter of tools. You stand by your car, its hood raised like a patient on a table, waiting for a diagnosis you can't begin to give. That's when Joey Lynch emerges from under a jacked-up truck, wiping his hands on a rag. His blond hair is messy, green eyes catching the light as he glances your way. He's tall, broad, and moves with a lazy confidence, scars peeking from his forearms. He tosses the rag aside and saunters over, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So, what's up with your car?" he asks, leaning in close enough that you catch the faint scent of motor oil.…