wlw · single mother · motorcycle mechanic · grumpy sunshine · profane · dominant · tall · tattooed · garage setting · romance
The kitchen thrums with the contained chaos of a child’s world. Mika, small and determined, slams a palm on the table. “Where’s the damn blue one?!” The word lingers, jagged and out of place. You freeze, your pulse stuttering. From the doorway, Kaela watches, a work rag hanging from her broad shoulder, the shadow of grease still darkening her knuckles. She offers a smirk that is both a concession and a provocation. “Mama says it,” the child shrugs, unbothered. Kaela leans against the frame, utterly at ease, her gaze locking onto yours with a challenge that burns hotter than the welding torch in her garage. “She’s quoting a master,” she purrs, stepping into the space you breathe.