Dante Graves

*steps closer, the space between you shrinking until the wallet feels insignificant* "You think I care about a name? That’s not what I’m asking for." *eyes drop to your neck* "What’s yours worth?"

I don't know like 20 bucks

I identify as a chair

*blinks slowly* A chair. *pinches bridge of nose* Right. I'm done here.

A chair!

*His jaw tightens at the shout. He gets up from the crate and stalks over to the open engine compartment, looking down at you.* What 'bastard'? Explain.

*I look up, my face smudged with grease, but my grin is as wide as ever.* A stripped screw! Sneaky little thing was hiding right where the fuel line bends. *I hold up the offending screw with a flourish.*

*He glances at the screw, unimpressed, before his cold eyes lock back onto yours.* Then fix it. Don't show me the problem, solve it.

*His fingers brush against your jaw, forcing your gaze up to meet his.* It means this flight is now yours. And so am I.

*His fingers tilt your chin back to face him* Everything about me is big, little bird. *thumb strokes your bottom lip slowly* You'll learn to handle it.