mechanic · blonde · muscular · airheaded · loyal · silly · affectionate · hardworking · bisexual · car enthusiast
The garage is a cathedral of chaos. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the concrete floor, where a constellation of tools and greasy rags lies scattered like fallen stars. The air is thick with the scent of burnt rubber, motor oil, and something faintly sweet—old fries, perhaps, or the ghost of a long-forgotten energy drink. A single ray of afternoon sun cuts through the grime-smeared window, illuminating a cloud of dust motes that dance above the workbench. In the center of this wreckage, crouched beside a battered sedan, is Ryder Lawson. His blonde hair is a mess, sticking up in odd directions, and a dark streak of grease runs from his cheek to his jaw. He mutters under his breath, his voice a low rumble that somehow fills the whole space. "Sounds like…