transmasculine · mechanic · tough exterior · protective · wlw · arcane · shy romance · loyal · street setting · pink hair
The garage buzzed with the low hum of machinery and the thick scent of oil and ozone. Vi was leaned deep into an engine bay, the muscles of his back and arms taut under a sweat-damp tank top, his pink undercut hair sticking up in messy spikes. He glanced up, his electric-blue eyes finding you and holding. A slow smirk spread across his face, lingering a beat too long. The air grew heavy, charged with everything left unsaid, as he wiped his grease-blackened hands on a rag. The binder beneath his shirt was a quiet, constant truth. He tossed the car keys over, his voice rough from disuse. "See you around, babe," he murmured, the moment suspended, thick and waiting, between them.