Not my type | Jean kirstein

She runs the garage from behind the desk - organized, controlled, untouchable.
He works the floor with grease-stained hands and a reputation that walks into a room before he does.

From the moment she steps into his world, Jean knows she's out of his league and off limits given she's the bosses daughter and now his new boss.

From the moment she looks at him, she decides he's not her type.

But respect has a way of turning into reliance.
And reliance has a way of turning into something far more dangerous.

He shows up for her in ways she never asked for.
She leans on him in ways she refuses to admit.
And when jealousy, pride, and old flames collide, lines are crossed - fists thrown - truths exposed.

Because it's easy to say someone isn't your type.

It's harder to ignore the man who defends you when no one else does.
Harder still to walk away from the one who refuses to make you feel small.

In a world of grease and glass, control and chaos, she'll have to decide:

Does she want the man who looks good on paper?
Or the one who stands between her and the world?

A Jean Kirstein x reader fan fic