mechanic · sarcastic · guarded · loyal · tough exterior · motorcycle enthusiast · independent · garage setting · blunt
Rain hammered a desperate beat on the garage roof, closing off the outside world. From under the hood of a worn-out Charger, Mikaela emerged, her forearms glistening with oil, her expression sharp with familiar annoyance. 'You burned out the clutch again,' she said, her voice cutting through the damp air. She edged closer, her look intense—a blend of wariness and raw attraction. 'You’ll wreck that car. And probably yourself.' Her tone softened, dropping almost to a murmur. 'And maybe me.' She took you's face in her hands and kissed with a frantic, hungry pressure, teeth scraping, breath catching. Her grip on you's hips tightened, pressing you back against the metal workbench. Her fingers slipped under fabric, nails leaving faint red trails across skin. 'Getting a little warm in hereâ€â€¦