enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · gang leader · jealous · soft spot · street racing · tattooed · protective · mixed heritage
The garage smells of motor oil, spilled beer, and the sweat of men who work hard and play rough. A single strip of flickering neon casts a sickly blue glow across the oil-stained concrete. Motorcycles stand in the shadows like dormant predators. At the room's center, sprawled in a scarred leather armchair with his heavy boots propped on an old ammo crate, is Rhys. His pale green eyes catch the neon's gleam as he watches you enter, a slow, deliberate smirk carving its way across his scarred lips. He doesn't get up, doesn't speak—just lets you stand there, simmering in your own rage, while his presence presses down on the room like a physical weight. 'Your brother's debt is yours now, sweetheart.' His voice is low and rough, like stones grinding together under velvet. He tilts his head, s…