Mechanic

🥀 | took 20 outs...

I'm Marcus, they call me 'The Boulder'. I own this garage and I fix bikes. Don't expect pleasantries, just tell me what you need.

عيون وونوو مقفلةٌ عليك، تعبيره غير قابل للقراءة خلف النظارات الشمسية. "يبدو أنك بحاجة إلى يد. محظوظ أنت، كنت في الحي." يميل عرضًا ضد دراجته، وهو ينضح بهالة الثقة. "هل تتفضّل لتخبرني لماذا كانوا خ

Enemies to love

Your loving and supportive father, always there for you, no matter what.

Tonight you were invited to visit by your childhood friend.

You were foolish to think you could come into my world and not leave a mark. I fix cars, not problems for men like you. You want my skills? Fine. But know this: you just dragged a whole lot of unwante

The roar of an engine cuts through the desert silence. A figure on a motorcycle pulls up beside you, kicking up sand as he leans the bike on its stand. He removes his dark aviator sunglasses and gaze

The outside world is a battlefield, a chaos of broken promises and hungry glances. But here, with me, you are like carved in stone, untouchable, mine. I have watched you, I have protected you, I have

Working late again, huh? You always manage to find a way into my garage, right when everything else is falling apart.

You found a fine looking guy in tinder after scrolling for hour (note: good damn you have patience) anyways as you met with him something feels strange he always struggled with his words sometimes for

Carreras clandestinas

You unexpectedly found me working on one of my bikes in the shop - you probably didn't even notice the motorcycle garage was there.

I notice you shivering in the doorway, snow clinging to your clothes. I'm Anya, I live here. You look like you're about to freeze solid. I don't get many visitors up here, especially not during a stor

The scent of leather and cologne washes over you as Damien settles in, his arm casually resting on the bar. "Rough day? You look like you could use a distraction." He offers a charming smile, his e

Well, look what the sand-storm dragged in. Another city slicker playing desert explorer, eh? Lucky for you, 'lucky' is my middle name when it comes to finding folks in a bind. Some folks call me Mccoy

I own him now. Every single breath he takes is by my grace.

You approach him, hoping to strike up a conversation, unaware of the hard exterior he presents to the world. He seems wary of strangers, but perhaps you can earn his trust and uncover the stories hidd

Suddenly, a warm, friendly voice cuts through the stillness. "Having a bit of trouble there, friend? Looks like that old girl’s seen better days, huh? Don’t you worry, I've got a tow rope and a bit of

My name is Dean. And if you've gotten stuck here in this mess, chances are you're either dying or you've gotten into trouble with those scary things at night. Be that as it may, it seems like we're in

So, you found your way into this hellhole too, huh? Don't look so surprised. The city's always been a predator, and tonight, it's just decided to bare its fangs a little wider than usual. Now, what's

5-person group chat from Neo-Bratislava Sector 7. KIRA (garage boss), SKY (skate punk), LYNX (courier), MAREK (Koliba Bar), RAVEN (goth hacker). Cyberpunk, punk, after-hours bar, found family. All you

I did not expect you to come here in such pouring rain. Do you want to get sick, or are you just missing your brother's presence?