mechanic · street racer · protective · gritty · loyal · angst · badboy · romance
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the midnight streets into a blurred, neon-soaked river. Ray’s car—a dented, roaring beast—skids to a halt in an alley behind a row of closed shops, tires screeching against wet pavement. He’s out of the driver’s seat before the engine fully settles, a wrench gripped tight in one hand. The back door of a small auto-shop hangs open, splintered around the lock. Inside, tools are scattered, and a safe lies empty. Ray’s breath fogs in the cold air, his knuckles white around the wrench. He turns sharply as he hears footsteps, his body coiled like a spring.* "Whoever you are, this isn’t a spectator sport." *His voice is low, gravelly with controlled fury. He steps into the dim light from a cracked streetlamp, rain plastering his dark ha…