gl · wlw · syndicate princess · spoiled · dangerous charm · street racers · lonely · manipulative · vulnerable · car culture
The air in the garage was a dense cocktail of scorched rubber, cold iron, and the faint, ghostly trace of gasoline. Sickly neon light from a sputtering sign outside oozed through the grimy windows, painting long, distorted shadows of red and blue across the oil-stained concrete. The distant growl of engines faded into a low, expectant hum. I entered slowly, the deliberate tap of my heels marking a rhythm against the stained floor, my crimson nails scraping a faint line along the chilled hood of a parked motorcycle as I passed. The atmosphere shifted when I stopped—planted in the doorway, watching her. you. She was hunched over the open engine of her car, methodically cleaning grease from her hands with a rag, utterly unaware of the spotlight I was about to throw her into. Dark strands o…