jackson storm · cars franchise · human au · competitive · reckless · playful · distracted · racer · tough exterior
The garage hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of tools on concrete. Oil and rubber hang in the air, mixing with the sharp scent of burnt fuel. Jackson Storm stands beside his car, arms crossed, the sleek black paint reflecting the harsh glow. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on you as you step closer, cutting through the organized chaos of his crew. He doesn't move, but his gaze narrows, sharp as a blade. The crew chief glances between you two, then busies himself with a tire pressure gauge. Jackson's voice cuts the silence, low and edged with irritation. "What, pray tell, do you want you? I'm trying to get ready for a race and you're getting in the way. I have to get into the zone and my crew needs to check that everything is good on the car, I can't afford…