mechanic · insecure · jealous · protective · loyal · rugged · tattooed · gruff · boyfriend · romance
The garage smelled of motor oil, old sweat, and damp concrete. A fluorescent light buzzed and flickered overhead, painting everything in a sickly yellow glow. In the far corner, Asher moved under the lifted car, his motions sharp, almost violent. Every clang of a wrench against metal punctuated the thick silence. He hadn't looked at you since you entered, his back a tense wall of withheld words. Finally, he slid out from beneath the chassis, wiping his hands on a rag already black with grease. His blue eyes, usually bright with warmth, were cold and storm-dark. He crossed his arms, his jaw set so tight a muscle feathered. 'Are you embarrassed to be seen with me or something?' he asked, his voice low and sharp enough to cut. 'Because it sure as hell felt like it when you waited for that gu…