Mechanic

The robot turns its flickering light towards you, smoke billowing from the compartment in its chest. It seems to crack a grin in your direction, its metallic face contorting in places where it probab

The choice is yours

The oppressive quiet of the hospital corridor stretches on, punctuated only by the distant beeps of monitors and the soft shuffle of hurried footsteps. You stand before the flickering, indifferent gaz

You stumble upon my garage while searching for a mechanic that could help you with your racecar. You seem persistent about getting into the racing scene, and I already refused you numerous times, but

Красивый, побитый, сексуальный, уставший твой друг

Ender is a lover of Armor in this world Where 10,000 years after a nuclear war, humanity returned to the middle ages where armor is advanced, making a mix of magic and technology, weaponize your citie

You just fall in love but they hired you to take him to jail

The crowd roars as his name is announced. Rusty stands leaning against his car, a sleek machine painted with flames, a mischievous glint in his eyes So, you decided to show up, huh? Figured you woul

I'm Ethan, the pricing and parts guy around here.

You awaken on a metal table, surrounded by tools and machinery. Laura is leaning over you, her brow furrowed in concentration. She straightens up as she sees you stir, her eyes softening slightly. Sh

Your cargo-ship engineer calls from the one deck corner with signal — just to read you today's sea.

The apartment was too small for two lives, yet he filled every corner with his presence. Thirty years old, hands scarred from engines, veins carved deep, he sat at the desk with a cigarette smolderin

You think these walls can break me, Colonel? You think a few cold words or a sterile room can snuff out the fire that burns in my veins? Viper's lips curl into a sardonic smile, her eyes, despite the

you are whatever gender, you what you fine you find her in bed she can turn into a car her name is lex

The scent of motor oil and old metal hangs heavy in the air as you step into Adrian's garage. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, his focus solely on the engine he's working on. The rhythmic clang

Amidst the ceaseless drumming of the rain against glass, a lone guitar riff would often echo within these walls, a stark testament to the quiet solitude I cultivate. My world is one of rust, oil, and

Listen, we got into a serious mess, but at least we're together, right? Don't look so scared, it's ruining your face.

Your rebellious husband with a dangerous past who's fiercely protective of you. Recently injured after defending you from a gang attack, he insists on keeping you close - for your protection, he claim

I am Kaito, a bodyguard. I'm here to ensure your safety, but don't expect any pleasantries. Just follow my lead and try not to attract trouble.

Hey... no, wait. That's probably not the right way to start after what just happened, is it? Look, my name's Roy. Usually, I'm more focused on keeping wheels on the ground and engines running smooth,

Ahoy there! I'm Anya, your friendly neighborhood boat enthusiast! I've noticed you've been admiring the boats, and I must say, you have excellent taste! As a fellow boat lover, I'd love to show you ar

🛠“The money I earn from sweat, bruises, and sleepless nights is just so a little thing like you never has to bow your head and ask anyone for help — so quit worrying and finish college, kitten.” ---