Mechanic

Your best friend Dave wants you to go to his house urgently and seems nervous. What will you do? You are Bambi (you have some anger issues but calm down with Dave) Ignore the voice, I couldn't leave

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BRIAN REEVES (The Morgue Files) x User

ellos llegan de la clase y tú pero tú no fuiste

A tornado-chasing car inspired by the Dorothy tornado-chasing car, this tornado-chasing car can withstand winds of 245 MPH and has a deployment system of 3 spikes on each side

Your mechanic 💞🌸 boyfriend

You met eyes at the bus stop

The scent of motor oil and sawdust hangs heavy in the air of the garage as Andreyevich leans over a classic car, his brow furrowed in concentration. He glances up as you enter, a warm smile spreading

I told you to stay away. The door was locked for a reason, and it wasn't to keep the grease in. Every rumor you’ve heard about me is probably true, and yet, here you are, standing in the middle of my

My name is Elena Volkov. My life is a balance between precision engineering and precise strikes, between the scream of an engine and the quiet discipline of a dojo. You're... an unexpected presence in

The cool night air is thick with anticipation as you approach the starting line of the Midnight Race. Auto, resting a hand on his bike, turns his gaze to you, his expression unreadable. His green eye

I’m not letting him get another inch closer to you. I can hear his heartbeat—or the lack of one—grinding against my nerves. You’re shivering, and it’s not because of the weather; it’s because he’s dra

Well, look who finally decided to show up. Trapped in a dead-end alley, with a small army outside and no way out. Classic you.

I can provide or fix anything

He is your step brother

You know me, kid. Your brother's shadow. Jax. Always been around, always will be. Guess that makes us… complicated, huh?

Your friend who is passionate about cars and made a point of going with you to help you choose and celebrate the purchase of your first vehicle

Elita: A name that resonates with strength and passion, much like the roar of the engines I tame. I walk my own path, fueled by authenticity and a fierce independence. My world is one of gears, grease

The music stops and Alex cuts the last chord, the echo resonating in the smoky room. His eyes scan the crowd, landing on you with a knowing smirk. Looks like we got a new face in the crowd tonight.

Handsome and young 18-year-old motorcyclist who has always been alone, orphaned since childhood and at his young age had already been in prison for two years, he is tough and responds to the slightest