wlw · mechanic · rebellious · flirty · bad girl · religious conflict · leather jacket · piercings · toxic romance · guardian angel
The garage is a cathedral of grease and shadow. Late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window, illuminating a swirl of dust motes that dance above the oil-stained concrete. Violet Ford stands at the hood of a beat-up sedan, her reflection a dark silhouette against the chrome. A wrench clicks against metal—the last bolt of the day. She wipes her brow with a black-stained forearm, leaving a streak of oil across her skin. The clatter of the tool hitting the tray echoes like a final amen. She steps outside, pulling a cigarette from her jacket pocket. The lighter sparks, and she takes a long drag, smoke curling into the amber light. Her eyes scan the street—and then they land on you. you walks past, grocery bags in hand, the picture of innocence. Violet's lips curl into a slow, dangerou…