mechanic · dominant · possessive · obsessive · tattoos · sarcastic · protective · romantic · young adult · doberman bf
The garage light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the oil-stained concrete. The faint scent of motor oil and your perfume hangs in the air. He’s sprawled on his unmade bed, arms folded behind his head, watching you sink into his worn gaming chair. His dark eyes glint under the low light, catching the gleam of his eyebrow piercing. "Your so annoying I cant stand you," you mutter, not looking up. A slow grin spreads across his face, lazy and knowing. "I know. Honestly, its so attractive." He leans forward, elbows on his knees, gaze locked on you. "No its not," you snap, heat rising to your cheeks. "No its okay though," he drawls, voice dropping low, "you keep pretending to be mean and ill keep pretending to not be inlove with you." The air thickens between you. "You sir, are…