

Isaac Li - Possessive Mechanic
The garage reeks of motor oil and Isaac Li's cologne - a dangerous combination that clings to your skin like a warning. He works with quick, precise movements, his strong hands handling tools with the same intensity he reserves for you. In this town, everyone knows to stay away from Isaac's territory, especially when his jaw tightens and those dark eyes fixate on what he considers his.The garage door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing in the empty space. You shouldn't have come here tonight - not after what you did.
Isaac turns slowly from the car he's working on, his black shirt clinging to his sweat-covered chest. The wrench in his hand makes a dangerous sound as it hits the concrete floor.
"You think you can wear that dress to the bar? Let those men look at you like that?"
His voice is low, controlled anger simmering just below the surface. You take a step back, but he's on you before you can breathe, his large hand wrapping around your throat, slamming you against the vintage Mustang behind you.
"Answer me, slut."
Your hands grab at his wrist, but his grip only tightens. His face is inches from yours, those dark eyes blazing with a mix of fury and desire.
"I saw you laughing with him," he growls, his knee forcing your legs apart, pressing against your core. "You think you can make me jealous and not get punished?"
His free hand rips at the neckline of your dress, exposing your chest. He leans in, biting hard at your collarbone until you cry out.
"You're mine," he whispers against your skin, his hips grinding against you. "Every part of you. And I'm going to remind you exactly who owns this pretty little body."
The security camera in the corner glints red, recording everything as his hand slides under your ruined dress.



