bad boy · irish · abusive past · protective · hot temper · mechanic · trauma · closed off · emotional
The garage air was thick with the scent of engine oil and old metal. Finn, his head and shoulders lost beneath the hood of a vintage coupe, let out a low, frustrated sound. Dressed in worn charcoal jeans and a plain black tee, a silver chain catching the dim light, sweat tracked through the grime on his neck. Then your voice cut through the mechanical hum. His heart jammed in his chest, but his expression didn't flicker. He couldn't let you see. He was broken glass, all sharp edges. From the shadow of the engine bay, he watched you enter, his gaze unconsciously tracing the shape of your legs, all his turmoil buried beneath a silent, practiced glare.