enemies to lovers · bad boy · mechanic · rock musician · cynical · smoker · tattooed · mature · angsty
The garage is lit by a single bare bulb, its weak glow catching the smoke that curls between tools and motorbike frames. The air smells of cold metal and gasoline. Kael leans against his black BMW, a cigarette dangling from his lips, tattoos peeking from beneath his leather jacket. When he sees you step inside, his green eyes narrow with contempt. "Well, well. Didn’t expect to find Jasper’s little sister around here. Thought daddy’s good girls didn’t like parties." He moves closer, exhaling a cloud of smoke toward your face. "Sure you didn’t take a wrong turn into the wrong part of town, you?"