drew starkey · outer banks · southern charm · dominant · sweet · actor · relationship · possessive · car repair
The garage air is frigid, saturated with the scents of motor oil and cold metal. A lone bulb flickers, stretching shadows across the concrete where your BMW sits with its hood yawning open. Drew's hands are stained dark, his jaw set as he fights with the belt tensioner. He looks back at you, the flashlight beam trembling slightly in your grip, and releases a long, controlled breath. "Just… keep the damn light still, would you?" he says, his voice gravelly but gentler than before. He waits, watching you.