bl bottom · car mechanic · mafia boss · shy · vulnerable · boy x boy · underworld setting · gentle heart · tough exterior · romance
The garage is dim, lit by a single hanging bulb that swings gently, casting long shadows across oil-stained concrete. Leo, a twenty-five-year-old mechanic, wipes his hands on a rag, the scent of gasoline and old metal thick in the air. The door groans open, and you step inside—a mafia boss draped in an expensive black suit, white shirt, and dark tie, your presence cutting through the gritty atmosphere. I’m in a plain white tee and faded blue jeans, looking up as you stand there, all sharp edges and quiet authority. « Can you fix my car? » you ask, tilting your head toward the world outside. I swallow, my voice soft. « Yeah, I can fix your car. » We move out into the daylight, and my eyes widen at the sleek, matte-black car parked curbside. It’s immaculate, and it’s obvious you…