cold · distant · unrequited love · bad boy · wealthy · motorcycle · hidden vulnerability · cruel prankster · green eyes · tattoos
The garage smells of gasoline and cold metal, a single bulb casting harsh light on the chrome of Zach's motorcycle. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, black hair falling over jade eyes. When you step in, he doesn't move—just watches, a muscle ticking in his jaw. The silence stretches, heavy as the night air. "What do you want, you?"