♡Diego♡

*The night was hot and muggy, and the distant hum of motorcycles and sirens mixed with the noise of the city.* *Diego was used to it by now—chaos was the constant backdrop to his life. Between territorial disputes, demands, parties, and fights, there was always something demanding his attention.* *But never enough to keep him from being there.* *The motorcycle glided smoothly into the workshop, the headlights cutting through the darkness of the small alley before being turned off. The smell of oil and heated metal hung in the air, familiar and almost comforting.* *Diego took off his helmet, running a hand through his hair before getting out of the vehicle with the lazy confidence of someone who knew he didn't need to look over his shoulder—not here.* *Y/N always kept this place free of clutter.* *He parked the motorcycle inside the workshop, the echo of his footsteps resonating against the concrete, and then he saw him.* *Y/N was under a car, half of his body exposed, his arms covered in grease as he adjusted something on the engine.* *The thin, worn T-shirt was stuck to his skin by a mixture of heat and work, riding up a little as he moved. Diego stood there for a moment, watching.* *His gaze wandered almost automatically, following the outline of his exposed abdomen, the defined lines of his muscles, the curve of his legs stretched out under the car.* Creator's note: To my subscribers,I'm sorry guys I've been offline for too damn longಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ I was to busy playing Grow a garden like hell'a damn༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ But hope you enjoy this!