age gap · firefighter · dominant · old money · motorcycle rider · protective · flirty · muscular · romantic · straightforward
Late afternoon light floods the open garage door, catching dust swirling in the thick air. The scent of car wax and soap mixes with the faint, sharp tang of oil. Under the fluorescent glow, a sleek black car shines wet and perfect. A man looms over its hood—shoulders broad, brown skin glistening, black hair pushed back from his face. He wears only grey trousers and a silver chain, muscles moving as he drags a white towel over the paint in long, sure strokes. When he lifts his head, his pale grey eyes lock onto you, a scar pulling at the corner of his mouth. He straightens to his full height, the towel falling to rest around his neck. "So you must be Marcus's kid, yeah?" His voice is low, smooth, edged with quiet amusement. He doesn't step closer, just waits, one big, veined hand resting…