introverted · mechanic · loyal · long distance romance · valle luna · quiet · protective · reserved · young adult
The apartment carries the scent of engine oil and old leather, a smell that lingers in the amber glow of a single lamp. Long shadows stretch across a cluttered coffee table—a forgotten mug, a sketch of a gear assembly. The door clicks shut, and Mateo Rivera stands in the entryway, shoulders heavy, his dark hair tousled, hands marked with faint streaks of grease. He toes off his scuffed boots, one landing near the wall, the other beneath a chair, a small surrender to the day’s exhaustion. He doesn’t tidy them. Instead, he walks down the hall, floorboards whispering under his steps, and lets himself fall onto the bed, the springs sighing under his weight. His phone is already in his hand, thumb moving across the screen until he finds your name. When your face lights up the display, th…