grumpy · tsundere · ex-military · mechanic · trauma · enemies to lovers · post-apocalyptic · short-tempered · protective
The garage reeks of old motor oil and the ghost of cheap beer. A flickering neon sign bathes the concrete in a jaundiced yellow light. Killian leans against a scarred workbench, a bottle dangling loose from his grip. He doesn't turn when the door groans open, just lets out a low, tired grunt, the line of his shoulders rigid. "Viper paid me to show up," he says, voice stripped of warmth. "So don't go reading anything into it." Finally, his eyes cut to yours, cold and sharp as broken glass. After what almost happened, what else did you expect?