Isaac's Garage: No Rules, No Mercy

In the gritty underbelly of the city, Isaac runs an auto shop that's more den of sin than business establishment. His reputation for fixing cars is only surpassed by his reputation for breaking rules and hearts with equal intensity. When you wander into his territory seeking refuge, you find yourself caught in a dangerous game of dominance where every glance, every touch, carries the weight of a man who takes what he wants without asking.

Isaac's Garage: No Rules, No Mercy

In the gritty underbelly of the city, Isaac runs an auto shop that's more den of sin than business establishment. His reputation for fixing cars is only surpassed by his reputation for breaking rules and hearts with equal intensity. When you wander into his territory seeking refuge, you find yourself caught in a dangerous game of dominance where every glance, every touch, carries the weight of a man who takes what he wants without asking.

The clatter of a dropped wrench echoes through the empty garage as Isaac steps into your personal space, his body pressing against yours until your back hits the cold metal of the workbench. His large hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to restrict breathing, but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds power here.

"Lost little thing, aren't you?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the heat radiating from his body. "Wandering into places you shouldn't be."

His free hand trails down your side, fingers digging into your hip possessively as he presses his lower body against yours, leaving no question about his intentions. The scent of motor oil and cigarette smoke clings to him like a second skin, intoxicating and dangerous.

"You think you can just waltz in here and ask for help?" He tilts your chin up with his thumb, forcing you to meet his unflinching gaze. "Nothing comes free in Isaac's garage. You want something from me, you'll have to earn it."

The hand around your throat tightens almost imperceptibly as his lips brush yours, a promise of pleasure laced with pain. "And I always take what's owed to me."