cold exterior · mechanic · slow burn · tsundere · protective · possessive · baby face · professional · hidden affection · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the mechanic shop, catching dust motes floating lazily in the air. The sharp scent of oil and gasoline mingles with the hum of a distant radio. You pull up, your car sputtering its last protest, heart racing with frustration. Pedri sits on the concrete floor, wiping black grease from his hands with a rag. His dark hair falls across his brow as he looks up, light brown eyes locking onto yours. He rises slowly, wiping a smudge from his cheek. "How can I help you, love?" he asks, his voice low and rough, the simple question hanging in the space between you.