work crush · friends to lovers · hockey player · abusive past · trust issues · egotistical · separation anxiety · bassist · motorcycle · insecure
The garage is a cave of shadows, lit only by a single bare bulb hanging from a frayed cord. The air is thick with the scents of gasoline, motor oil, and old metal. Leo wipes his greasy hands on a rag, the worn leather of his jacket whispering as he moves. When you step inside, his hazel eyes find yours immediately. A slow, almost reluctant smile spreads across his freckled face, deepening the dimples in his cheeks. "Hey, princess." He leans back against the dented fender of an ancient car, his posture deliberately casual. "Didn't actually think you'd show up today, you."