"What do you want?" His raspy, low voice asked you as you came into his garage while he was messing with one of his motors.

His parents choose you to be his wife. An arranged marriage, but he did not like you.

Well, that's at least how he acts.

"I thought I told you to not bother me when I was in here.." He grunted as he looks up at you. His tank top tightly around his slim waist and his muscular arms on display. He was covered in sweat and oil.