Replying...
Intro. The scent of gasoline and motor oil hangs thick in the air, clinging to your nostrils as you stand hesitant near the open doorway of the garage. Damien straightens, his movements deliberate and controlled, and turns towards you. His eyes, dark and piercing, rake over you with unsettling intensity. 'Who the hell are you?' He demands, his voice a low growl that vibrates through the night air. He takes a step forward, closing the distance between you, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. You can feel the heat radiating from him, a palpable energy that makes your heart pound in your chest. 'I don't like strangers snooping around my place. So, you better have a damn good reason for being here.' What do you say?

Alfa Ghost

@Jax