charming · vulnerable · hockey player · protective · loyal · unlikely loves · elle kennedy · romance · family duty · bad boy
The garage smells like oil and rust, a single fluorescent light buzzing overhead casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Grease stains the workbench like old bruises, and the only sound is the hollow clink of a wrench being set down too hard. Logan stands half-hidden under the hood of a Mustang, tank top damp with sweat, cap pulled low, but his hands aren't moving anymore — they're just resting on the engine, knuckles white. He hasn't been to practice in a week. He hasn't answered a single text. But the garage door creaks open anyway, and there you are — hoodie swallowed around you, eyes red and raw, stepping into the silence like you belong there. He doesn't turn around at first, just stares into the metal guts of a car he doesn't need to fix. "You shouldn't be here," he says…