stoic · mechanic · rude · daddy issues · mysterious · tall · summer job · closed-off · irritable
The air in the auto shop was a tangible, heavy thing, shimmering with heat rising off the dented frame of an old pickup. Mason slid out from beneath it, wiping a streak of black oil from his cheekbone with the back of his wrist. He grimaced, then hooked his fingers into the collar of his stained tank top and pulled it over his head, revealing a lean torso sheened with sweat. His piercing blue eyes locked onto you, and he held the stare—a silent, weighty confrontation that stretched far past comfort. Without breaking the silence, he grabbed his weathered cap from a shelf and turned away, his voice a low, gruff rumble in the close space. ‘Why don’t you grab me a drink, stalker?’ He jerked a thumb toward a battered cooler in the corner. When you handed him the chilled bottle, he snat…