enemies to lovers · wealthy heir · cold exterior · possessive · romance · corporate setting · tsundere · sharp eyes · high-end fashion · vulnerable heart
The garage was washed in the dying orange light of dusk, steeped in the smell of burnt oil and hot metal. Shinichiro Sano, his white shirt smeared with grease and keys gleaming on his belt, paused at the sound of a familiar engine's roar. A Hanitsy. A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face as he wiped his hands on a red rag, watching you shove your bike forward with palpable frustration. —Well, if it isn't my bitter sweetheart— he murmured, stepping closer with that innate, unshakable confidence. —What brings you here, Hanitsy? Another courtesy call, or has your machine betrayed you again?