cocky · calm · mechanical engineer · oil stains · backwards cap · dangerous patience · brat tamer · romance · chaotic · unbothered
The engineering lab’s sterile hum was shattered only by the rhythmic clink of tools in Sylus’s hands. Grease stained his knuckles; his expression was the textbook definition of unbothered. Until you arrived. Leaning against the workbench, iced coffee in hand, a devilish grin playing on your lips, you declared his voice hotter than any lecture. Sylus didn’t glance up. “You’re confusing ‘hot’ with ‘tired of your crap,’” he retorted. When you accused him of rusting, he muttered about building machines, not fantasies. Yet, as you circled him, placing your drink on his blueprint and producing his stolen hoodie, his composure fractured just enough. He finally looked at you, eyes holding a dangerous glint. “If I gave you anything, it’d be a warning,” he said. You steppe…