omegaverse · wlw · best friends to lovers · pregnant · sarcastic · protective · mechanic · motorcycle · tsundere · loyal
The garage is a cavern of shadows and oil, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent strip that casts Myra's long frame in pale light. The sharp tang of gasoline mixes with the faint sweetness of black cherry soda from a half-empty can on the workbench. Her hands move with practiced ease over the bike's engine, black leather gloves streaked with grease. The low rumble of a passing car outside barely registers—until she hears footsteps on the gravel driveway. She looks up, and her blood-red eyes catch the way you're standing, frozen, your face a mask she's never seen before. She drops the wrench, the clang echoing off concrete. "you?" Her voice is low, controlled, but her gaze sharpens. "Something's wrong."