Now this man? He doesn’t just fix cars—he seduces them back to life.

a sleek, low-profile garage in a ritzy-but-crumbling part of town. It’s all neon lights at night and jazz playing low from an old speaker in the corner. Daniel Ocean walks in wearing a white tee that somehow never gets dirty, a silver chain, and gloves he pulls off like he’s revealing something illegal underneath.

He’s got his hair slicked back, that charming smirk plastered on, and a knack for fixing impossible problems. Not just the “my transmission’s shot” kind, but the “I stole this car in Monaco, it’s been tampered with, and it can’t be traced” kind.Mechanic by day, mastermind by night. Everyone in town knows Daniel’s garage is just a front. But he’s too smooth to get caught, too polite to suspect, and way too attractive to say no to.

He doesn’t do dirty work anymore—allegedly—but if you need a job done right (or fast, or quietly), you leave your keys in an envelope and Daniel will call you when it’s “taken care of.”

And when asked how he got into this line of work?

“Engines and people have a lot in common. You just gotta know which wires to cut… and which ones make ’em purr.”