mechanic · street tough · territorial · loyal · car enthusiast · emotional chaos · intense romance · gritty realism · smoker · twin brother
The mechanic's garage breathed with the heaviness of noon: burnt oil saturated the air, metal dust floating in the shafts of light that slipped between the flickering overhead lamps. The heat felt like a damp blanket on the skin, and the only constant sound was the buzz of an old radio. Tom was leaning over the open hood of his car, his hands black with grease, his black t-shirt clinging to his torso. His denim jacket hung from his waist like a reminder that the work was never done. Suddenly, the screech of the metal door shattered the silence. The familiar click of heels struck the concrete floor, and he felt his blood begin to heat up. He didn't need to look to know who it was. The past always comes back, and when it does, it brings fire. He turned slowly, wiping his hands on a dirty ra…