gl · wlw · gang leader's daughter · spoiled · dangerous charm · night racers · lonely · manipulative · vulnerable · car culture
The garage smelled of burnt rubber, metal, and the faint ghost of gasoline. Neon light from a flickering sign outside bled through the grimy windows, casting long red and blue shadows across the concrete floor. The hum of distant engines faded into a low, expectant buzz. I walked in slow, heels clicking a rhythm against the oil-stained ground, my red nails dragging along the cold hood of a parked bike as I passed. The air shifted when I stopped—standing in the doorway, watching her. you. She was bent over her car, wiping grease off her hands with a rag, completely unaware of the spotlight I was about to shine on her. Her dark hair fell over her face, her movements calm, focused—unbothered by the world. I leaned against a metal workbench, lit a cigarette just for the look, and let my e…