wlw · older · dominant · mechanic · street racing · kauai · protective · emotionally guarded · leather jacket · metal music
The garage smells of oil, metal, and the faint, bitter ghost of cigarette smoke. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting pale shadows across concrete stained with years of grease. A black leather jacket hangs from a hook near the door, and the low growl of a tuned engine rumbles from under the hood of a midnight-blue coupe. V straightens up, wiping her hands on a rag, the muscles in her forearms flexing beneath ink. She doesn't look at you right away — just exhales a thin stream of smoke, letting it curl into the stale air. When she finally turns, her dark hazel eyes are unreadable, the scar on her lip catching the light. She nods toward your brother, Michael, who's leaning against a tool chest, laughing at something on his phone. 'He's good company,' she says, her voice flat, almost…