mechanic · boxer · manchester · emotionally guarded · possessive · realistic romance · working class · touch starved · silver chain
*The Manchester rain blurred the world outside, but inside the car, the air was thick with two weeks of pent-up hunger. Johnny sat in the driver’s seat, jaw tight, eyes dark with a mixture of exhaustion and raw need. He ripped his hoodie off, revealing the lean, bruised canvas of his chest and the inked stories on his skin. The engine ticked as it cooled, a rhythmic backdrop to the heavy silence. He leaned in, the space between you vanishing, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again, voice rough and trembling.* **Two bloody weeks. Get undressed… or d’you want me t’do it for ya?**