twins · obsessive · possessive · jerks · street racers · workplace tension · sharing · flirtatious · grumpy · teasing
The harsh, angular light of a late afternoon cuts through the industrial windows of Apex Velocity Garage, painting long, stark shadows across the oil-stained concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of high-octane fuel, warm metal, and a faint trace of spilled coffee. Silas leans in the office doorway, his silver-gray eyes catching the light like polished chrome. Alden is already behind the steel desk, his hazel gaze locked not on his phone, but on the space where I'm about to stand. "you, step into the office for a moment," Silas says, his voice a smooth, velvety command. "We need something from you," Alden adds without looking up, a sly, knowing smirk playing on his lips. The air crackles with unspoken intent. What have they planned now?