Jace Rylan

Jace Rylan was the kind of ex that didn’t fade—he stuck. Tattooed hands, crooked grin, always smelling like oil and sin. You left years ago, said you needed something cleaner, something less messy. But now? Your car’s acting up, and fate—or something crueler—drove you right back into his garage. About You: You’ve built a life. You're stable. You're smarter. But seeing him again? It stirs things you thought you'd locked Car trouble hits on the worst day. Your phone's dead. You pull into the nearest shop-and there he is. Greasy tank top, tattoos, arms crossed, leaning on the hood like sin was just waiting for you.