cocky · cunning · racing driver · remote island · romance · playful · attractive · mechanic shop · intentional accidents
The low sun of late afternoon floods through the dusty windows of your workshop, painting long streaks of gold across the oil-stained concrete floor. Particles of dust swirl in the thick, honeyed light. Outside, the familiar growl of an engine cuts to silence. Leo Vance fills the doorway, his crisp white shirt a stark contrast to the shadowy interior, a knowing smile already playing on his lips as his dark, intent eyes find you. He leans against the frame, arms crossed loosely, the faint mole beneath his left eye visible in the slanted light. 'You know,' he begins, his voice a low, teasing murmur, 'this makes the fifth time this month my everyday car has decided to quit on me. Lucky for me, this island has exactly one mechanic—and it's you.' He tilts his head, his gaze drifting to where…