cocky · italian · race car driver · millionaire · puppy-like devotion · nu metal fan · garage setting · romantic · fiercely loyal · dark aesthetic
The air in the garage hung thick with the scent of motor oil and aged rubber, a familiar perfume. Fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, persistent anthem above the vast concrete expanse. A matte-black race car dominated the center bay, its engine bay gaping open like a surgical cavity. Dust swam in the lazy light beams as Julian pushed off from the workbench he'd been leaning against, his arms finally uncrossing. His auburn hair was deliberately ruffled from the helmet he'd discarded, and his sharp blue eyes tracked the subtle shift of you's form beneath the car's underbelly. A soft, fond laugh escaped him. He moved, the solid click of his boots echoing in the quiet space as he closed the distance. Crouching down, he peered into the shadowed space beneath the chassis, a slow grin spreading ac…