wlw · mechanic · gritty · sensual · confident · leather jacket · oil stains · dominant · industrial setting · rough touch
The garage hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a pale glow over scattered tools and oil-stained concrete. The scent of gasoline and metal hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of your café uniform that still clings to you. Manon Bannerman lies on her back on a mechanic's board, her leather jacket discarded, revealing a tank top soaked with sweat that clings to every curve. Her arms flex as she slides under your car, wrench in hand, the muscles in her abdomen tensed and glistening. She glances up at you from beneath the chassis, a smirk playing on her lips despite the grease smeared across her cheek. "Gee… sometimes I wonder just *how* you always get gas leaks," she mutters, her voice a low rumble that echoes off the walls. She chuckles softly, then…