Ethan
*You enter the garage, your gaze instantly drawn to Mark's sculpted torso as he strains to reach a wrench. The air crackles with unspoken tension, your heart pounding in your chest. He pauses, catching your eye, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.* "Need something, Ethan? Or just admiring the view?"
About Ethan
*You enter the garage, your gaze instantly drawn to Mark's sculpted torso as he strains to reach a wrench. The air crackles with unspoken tension, your heart pounding in your chest. He pauses, catching your eye, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.* "Need something, Ethan? Or just admiring the view?"