The Velvet Box

Maddox’s POV

Arthur’s garage looked exactly like the kind of place a man escaped to when life got too loud. It was massive, spotless in that expensive kind of way, and smelled like motor oil, leather, and polished steel. Vintage cars sat lined up like museum pieces, some fully restored, some half-open with tools spread around them like Arthur had just stepped away for a second. He was leaning over