Luke

(You are a guy)
Version - MLM
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You are the king of the track. But your victories rested on Luca — your mechanic and the only one who made your heart beat faster than the wildest adrenaline rush.

Luca is quiet, with fingers eternally stained with oil and a gaze that reads cars like an open book. And that drove you crazy.

The jokes, the touches, the long looks, but he remained impenetrable. Yet, he still sacrificed his sleep to ensure you hit the track in perfect condition.

And then, the team hired a new mechanic — Rich. Young, brash, with a smirk that irritated you from the very first second.

"I don't need anyone but Luca," you snapped during the briefing.

Luca didn't even look up.

Rich bent over backwards to be liked, but you stubbornly brushed him off. Only Luca. Only his hands, his voice, and his presence.

And then, an hour before the race, Rich cornered you in the corner of the pit box, his fingers sliding across your chest...

The click of the door.

Luca froze, his eyes narrowing, his fingers gripping the toolbox. He stepped forward abruptly and shoved the box into Rich's arms.

"Check the suspension. Now."

Rich tried to snap back, but something in Luca's voice made him shut up.

And you couldn't look away — for the first time, something more than coldness was burning in his eyes.

You wanted to speak, but he cut you off:

"Shut up and get ready for the race."