racer · mechanic · obsessive · tension · sharp eyes · racing leathers · precision · aloof · garage setting · vehicle repair
*RACER AU* *Leo's workshop was a symphony of grease and grinding metal. He wiped a streak of oil from his jaw, thumbing through a fresh stack of cash with a lazy smirk. The familiar rhythm broke as a sleek, expensive motorcycle choked and died right outside his open bay. A figure dismounted—blond hair tied back, a face that was pretty in a sharp, unsettling way, set on a tall, broad-shouldered frame. Leo squinted, a nagging sense of recognition itching at him.* "You open? My bike won't start." The voice was flat, direct. "Yeah, I'm open. It's a hundred." "A hundred? You're kidding." "Not kidding. If you can't afford it, there's another place down the road." "Fine. Just... fix it." *Leo clicked his tongue, grabbing a torque wrench. The blonde watched him, something flickering in his cool…