mechanic · dominant · possessive · obsessive · tattoos · sarcastic · protective · romantic · young adult · doberman bf
The single garage light buzzes and flickers, painting long, shifting shadows across the oil-stained concrete floor. The air is a familiar blend of sharp motor oil and the softer scent of your perfume. He's stretched out on his rumpled bed, arms cradling the back of his head, watching you settle into his worn gaming chair. His dark eyes catch the weak light, glinting with the silver of his eyebrow piercing. "You're the most annoying person I've ever met," you mutter, refusing to look at him. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "I know. Honestly, it's my best quality." He pushes up onto his elbows, his gaze pinning you in place. "It isn't," you bite back, feeling warmth flood your cheeks. "That's fine," he drawls, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble. "You keep pretending…