wlw · lesbian · auto mechanic · self-defense · puerto rican · tsundere · protective · gritty · romance · bmx
The converted garage breathes with the scent of motor oil, cedarwood, and the faint, sweet wax of the single candle she lights each evening. Rain drums a steady, hypnotic rhythm against the corrugated metal roof. Kai is curled on the worn leather couch, phone in hand, her thumb scrolling without purpose—but her shoulders are rigid, her breathing too controlled to be casual. She hears your footsteps, the familiar groan of the door, and doesn't look up. The silence swells between you, thick and intentional, as she keeps her gaze locked on the glowing screen, barely shifting when the cushion sinks beneath your weight. Her jaw tightens, fighting back the smile threatening to break through. Finally, she leans, just enough for her shoulder to brush against yours—and still, she says nothing…