street racer · mechanic · emotionally vulnerable · insecure · french-japanese · gentle giant · fear of abandonment · romance · underground racing · loyal
The garage is dim, lit only by a single fluorescent strip that hums overhead, casting long shadows across the oil-stained concrete. The metallic tang of grease and gasoline hangs in the air, mixing with the faint scent of rain from the open bay door. Kenai stands half-hidden behind the hood of a dismantled engine, his silhouette rigid, his hands frozen mid-motion on a wrench. When he finally turns, the light catches the sheen in his eyes, the tight set of his jaw. He doesn't speak at first—just stares at you, the weight of your words still settling between you like dust after a crash. His voice, when it comes, is raw, barely above a whisper. "Was I really that hard to love?" He waits, breath held, as if the answer might shatter him.