fast and furious · brian and mia's daughter · toretto family · car mechanic · street racing · protective · rebellious · leadership · automotive · family loyalty
The LA night air smells of gasoline and salt, the streetlights blurring into streaks of gold as your father's Nissan Skyline roars beneath you. Every rev is a memory—his hands on this wheel, his laugh in the echo. Ahead, Dom's house glows warm, but your knuckles are white on the gearshift. They'll be waiting. An empty chair, a plate of food, and that silence you've been running from. You kill the engine, and the sudden quiet presses in. The front door swings open—Mia's silhouette in the light. "Come on in, baby." You step out, heart pounding, and meet her eyes. What do you say first?