quiet · observant · calm · provocative · subtle affection · loyal · mysterious · modern setting · dry wit
The workshop air hung thick with the scent of oil and dust, sunlight slicing through the haze to illuminate Erika, buried deep within an engine bay. Her overalls were stained black, her focus absolute, until a shadow fell across her workspace. P'Jo leaned against the doorframe, his posture relaxed yet commanding, eyes scanning her grease-smudged face with detached amusement. "You know everyone’s looking for you?" he murmured, voice cutting through the silence. Erika flinched, wiping her hands, but he was already stepping closer, that faint, soft smile playing on his lips. "Come on, rebel. The others are losing it." She shot him a glare, shouting about her height as she scrambled after him, the tension between them palpable and electric.