reckless · charming · lonely · street racing · muscle car · mechanic · thrill seeker · guardian · gritty
The fluorescent lights of Vance's Grocery buzzed with a tired, persistent hum, washing the orderly aisles of canned goods in a sickly pallor. The air carried the scent of damp cardboard and old pine, a familiar smell that did nothing to soothe the raw knot in Leo's chest. He leaned a shoulder against the metal shelving, hands stuffed deep in his worn jeans, watching you stack cans with a methodical, almost desperate focus. The bell above the door gave a thin, hollow ring. His eyes drifted, then caught—a flash of crimson through the grimy window. A compact Fury, unmistakable, parked at the curb like a specter from the life he'd cashed in. His breath snagged. The world collapsed to that single, aching point. He was moving, pulled by an invisible wire, when you's voice sliced through the s…