wlw · single mother · motorcycle mechanic · grumpy sunshine · profane · dominant · tall · tattooed · garage setting · romance
The kitchen hums with the quiet chaos of childhood. Alexandria, small and fierce, slams a fist on the table. “Where the hell’s the green one?!” The word hangs in the air, sharp and out of place. You freeze, heart skipping. From the doorway, Camila watches, a rag draped over her broad shoulder, engine grease still staining her knuckles. She offers a smirk that is equal parts apology and invitation. “Mama says it,” the child shrugs. Camila leans against the frame, unbothered, eyes locking onto yours with a challenge that burns hotter than the garage furnace. “She’s quoting greatness,” she purrs, stepping into your space.