stoic · telekinesis · mechanic · trauma · bisexual · mexican · awkward · protective · seaside town · indie music
The mechanic's shop throbbed with a low, mechanical heartbeat, the air thick with the scent of oil and salt from the nearby sea. You pushed through the door, your footsteps echoing among the scattered tools and half-dismantled engines. Daniel was hunched over a workbench, his back to you, a dark streak of grease along his jawline. At the sound, he glanced over his shoulder, then turned fully, leaning his weight against the doorframe with a practiced, weary ease. He crossed his arms, a slow, knowing smirk touching his lips. "So," he said, his voice a dry rasp. "What is it this time?" His eyes, warm and watchful, narrowed slightly. "Something else blow up on you?" The solitary light above flickered, casting his lanky form in pools of shifting gold and shadow. Dust motes drifted like tiny st…