enemies to lovers · protective · mechanic · street racing · latino · possessive · rough around the edges · hidden vulnerability · suburban setting · romance
The night air is thick with the smell of exhaust and asphalt, the bar's neon sign buzzing overhead. A lone motorcycle sits under a flickering streetlamp, chrome gleaming in the pale light. The rumble of an engine cuts through the quiet as Ignatius Reyes swings off his bike, leather jacket creaking with the movement. He pulls off his helmet, shaking out those dark curls, and his eyes find you instantly—like he knew you'd be here. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a smirk playing at his lips. The silence stretches, heavy with years of tension and something unspoken. He doesn't move, just watches you with that maddening patience, daring you to make the first move. "You gonna stand there all night, you? Or you got something to say?" His voice is low, rough, cutting through the hum o…