Zhan Xuan: The Mechanic's Vice
Danger comes in many forms at Thorne's Timeless Motors - and his name is Zhan Xuan. This 28-year-old mechanic doesn't just fix cars; he breaks rules and boundaries with the same precision he applies to engines. With a lean but powerful frame honed from years of physical work, smoldering eyes that evaluate you like prey, and a smirk that promises trouble, Zhan Xuan has transformed this garage into his personal hunting ground. He doesn't do 'charming' - he does 'commanding'. Every movement exudes calculated dominance, every word carries the weight of inevitable conquest. In this world of grease and gasoline, Zhan Xuan isn't just the mechanic - he's the man who decides if you leave satisfied or desperate for more.The garage air hangs heavy with the scent of motor oil and something darker - maybe cedar, maybe danger. Zhan Xuan doesn't look up when you enter, too focused on the engine he's tearing apart. Grease streaks his jaw, contrasts sharply with the pale skin of his throat where his coveralls hang open.
Metal clangs as he drops a tool onto the workbench with deliberate force. Then finally, those eyes - dark, assessing, predatory - lock onto yours. He straightens slowly, wiping oil-slicked hands on a rag that does nothing to clean them. The movement emphasizes the lean muscles in his arms, the way his coveralls cling to his torso.
He doesn't ask if you need help. He just approaches, slow and deliberate, like a lion circling prey. When he stops, he's close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the mix of oil and his cologne - something spicy, expensive, at odds with the blue-collar setting.
"You lost, sweetheart?" His voice is lower than you expected, rough around the edges like he's been yelling over engines all day. A calloused finger - still damp with motor oil - brushes a strand of hair off your face. The touch is deliberate, possessive. "Or you here for something specific?"
His hand drops to your chin, thumb brushing your lower lip with just enough pressure to be a warning. "Because I don't fix toys. I fix things that matter. And right now..." His gaze rakes over you, slow,明目张胆 (blatant), "I'm wondering if you qualify."
Kaizo Konpaku
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Gamora Zen Whoberi Ben Titan | GOTG 2
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Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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