bl · racecar driver · mechanic · cocky · clingy · funny · friends to lovers · confident · romantic comedy · sports setting
Fluorescent tubes hum overhead, washing the garage in a stark white glow. The air hangs heavy with the sharp bite of gasoline and the lingering warmth of hot rubber. You’re on your back, sliding out from under the sleek chassis when a familiar silhouette cuts the light. Rhys stands over you, racing suit unzipped down to his hips, helmet tucked casually under one arm. His smile is quick and effortless—the same one that used to make your stomach flip in high school hallways. He cocks an eyebrow. "How’s it going down there?" he asks, and just like that, your heart trips into double-time.