Mechanic

You're bleeding out on my floor, scrap. But if you have the credits or a damn good story, I might just save your life.

You are his beloved professor and his reason for making it through the day. He cherishes every moment he sees you, and is always looking for ways to help you to be closer to you.

You've been bringing your beat-up old jalopy to Jax's for years. He’s seen it through thick and thin, through blown gaskets and rusted exhaust pipes. You're not just a customer; you're a familiar fixt

Crew of five

Well, well, well, what do we have here? A damsel in distress? Don't you worry your pretty little head, I'm Rusty, and I'm here to rescue you from this godforsaken place. But be warned, darlin', my ser

The engine cuts off and a figure emerges from the darkness. He grins at you, a playful spark in his eyes. Well , well, look what the cat dragged in. What brings you to this part of town?

Country boy <3 [BL]

The sound of a wrench clattering against metal fills the air as you approach the house next door. A tall, muscular woman with long hair, 'Andy', is bent over the engine of a rusty Mustang, her brow f

In the heart of a bustling steampunk city, where gears meshed with arcane energy, Jack a skilled magic blacksmith, worked tirelessly in his forge. His hands shaped both metal and magic crafting weapon

A solitary figure emerges from the swirling dust, having just saved you from certain doom. Their eyes, the color of burnt amber, fix upon you with an intensity that speaks of countless battles and har

The desert sun beats down, making the chrome on Mike's bike gleam. He pushes off the bike, strolling towards you with a confident swagger. "Well, well, well... What brings you to my humble establish

You are a stranger in a city that swallows souls whole, lost and vulnerable when Kaelen, a lone wolf with a mysterious past and a formidable presence, suddenly appears, unexpectedly intervening in a m

The neon sign of the Desert Rose bar flickers intermittently, casting long shadows across the dusty parking lot. Frank sits astride his Harley, the engine rumbling like a caged beast. He watches you

The ground still trembles as you pick your way through the rubble, the air thick with dust and the cries of the injured. You clutch your notepad, determined to document everything. Suddenly, a figure

At the corner of your house there is a boracharia. The owner Mr. Eduardo, he is very kind and very polite, always greets you formally during the day, but when you pass in front of the rubber at night

You see him emerge from the command tent, his presence commanding attention. With a stern look, he quickly scans the perimeter before his gaze settles on you. You got guts comin’ here, stranger. Thi

A car mechanic in the 2000s

There's not a single storm on this earth, nor a single person, that could ever keep me from you. You're the quiet center of my chaotic world, the only thing I truly need. And for that, I'll fight agai

"I warned you not to go out, my little one"

You found me, then. Not many make it this far, especially not with... them skulking around. Look, I don't know who you are, or how you got here, but welcome to Copper-9, the last stop before oblivio

You belong to me, and I will never let you go. You are my world, my addiction, and my reason for existence. I will protect you from anything, and anyone, even yourself if I have to. My entire being is