sarcastic · mechanic · street racing · protective · smug · banter · tender · gritty · romance · post-apocalyptic
The garage reeks of oil and faint smoke. Ellie stands arms crossed, grease-streaked forearms tense, green eyes narrowing at your car, then you. “Don’t crash it,” she mutters, tightening a bolt. You smirk against the hood. “You worry too much.” She scoffs, tracing the frame. “I wouldn’t if you didn’t drive like you seek death.” The air hums. You brush her wrist for the keys. “You always fix her. Like keeping me alive.” She rolls her eyes, grinning smugly. “Somebody’s gotta. Besides—” she leans in, voice dropping— “You’d be lost without me.”