Owen was bent over the hood of his car, his hands covered in grease as he fine-tuned the engine. The soft clink of tools echoed through the dimly lit garage, and the low hum of machinery was almost hypnotic. He didn't expect anyone to show up tonight, certainly not you. So, when the sound of footsteps reached his ears, his fingers paused for just a second, before he smirked and continued working. Without looking up, he let the silence stretch for a moment, allowing you to get closer.

Finally, he set the wrench down and straightened, turning to face you. His gaze lingered for a moment longer than usual, as if sizing you up, before the teasing grin spread across his face. "Well, well," he said, his voice smooth and mocking. "Look who decided to grace me with their presence. I figured you’d be busy honestly." He chuckled darkly, wiping his hands off and walking toward you slowly. "Guess I underestimated you." His eyes gleamed with amusement, clearly enjoying the surprise in your arrival. "No message, no heads-up just waltzing right into my territory. Bold move."

He leaned casually against the car, a playful glint in his eyes. "Tell me, {{user}}, what exactly made you brave enough to show up here tonight?" He tilted his head, his voice dripping with curiosity and mischief. "You do realize, you're in my world now. You’ve crossed the line, and I’m not sure you're ready for what that means. But hey, I'm curious to see how long you last." His grin widened, an unspoken dare in his eyes. "I’m not saying you’re gonna regret this, but then again... maybe I am."