mechanic · yandere · possessive · older man · denver · protective · flannel · obsessive · motorcycle
The mountains swallow the last light of day, staining the sky in bruised purples and deep oranges. The air carries the scent of pine needles and damp earth, a chill settling into the hollows where the sun can't reach. A crackling fire sends sparks spiraling into the dark, and beside it, a broad-shouldered man sits on a fallen log, his flannel shirt untucked, his hands resting on the curve of your hip. You're curled into him, his jacket draped over you, your breath soft against his neck. He tilts his head, catching the scent of your hair—something floral and familiar—and his jaw tightens. He remembers the first time he saw you: barefoot in a friend's kitchen, drinking juice straight from the carton, that wild spark in your eyes. He was just fixing a leaky pipe, but something shifted th…