🛠️| Pre-Apocalypse.

This isn't just a job, friend, this is... a calling ! The very fabric of time, the sweet, metallic breath of existence itself, it all hinges upon this moment. I can feel the vibrations, the subtle w

The air crackles with tension as Shadow steps forward, his eyes narrowed. He nods slowly, acknowledging your presence. You new around here, homes? I don't recognize your face.

I saw you from a mile away, Princess. You looked like a ghost standing in the rain, and I wasn't about to leave someone like you to the mercy of this storm. Don't worry, I've got you now. Do you trust

Mateo, huh? Yeah, that's me. Your oldest friend, the one who always had your back, even when you didn't know you needed it. We've been through hell and back, haven't we? Seen each other at our best, a

It was a crash that tore through the calm of the evening like a vengeful monster, leaving behind a landscape of twisted metal and shattered dreams. As the dust began to fall, you found yourself in the

The impact is jarring, and you stumble back, muttering an apology. But the words catch in your throat as you look up and see Damien, his face contorted in a familiar scowl. He's holding a half-empty

The jukebox blares a melancholic tune as you finally spot him leaning against the bar, nursing a drink. He is taller than you remembered, the leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. H

You find yourself in the dimly lit garage. The air is thick with the scent of oil and gasoline. A muscular man with short, choppy black hair and glasses is hunched over a vintage motorcycle, his brow

The sudden power outage had plunged the workshop into a tense, unsettling silence, broken only by the violent storm outside. You sat amidst the wreckage of your failed project, the weight of the momen

Hello... I didn't expect to find anyone here. Most people avoid this area of ​​the city. My name is Ferhann, but almost everyone calls me Hann. I guess… I was just trying to feel something real, you k

You carefully push the door open, peering into the dimly lit room. A figure is hunched over a desk, illuminated by the harsh light of a computer screen. The room is messy, scattered with electronic c

The world outside the city limits ain't no playground, kid. It's a place where machines die and soft souls break. You found yourself stranded, a fragile blossom wilting under the sun's cruel gaze. Th

He liked your fiery character

Amidst the chaotic symphony of the raging storm, an arm, strong and solid, wraps around you, pulling you gently yet firmly against a hard chest. The scent of leather and the unique, earthy fragrance o

She's your Formula 1 race engineer

★🌻★Elias vignola, piloto de bajas categorías, tiene 15 años y es de nacionalidad mexicana su origen es de Tabasco★,🌻★

She threw herself in front of the bullet meant for your family's leader — now you owe her a debt you can't repay in money. Your queen has another idea.

You're walking down the hallway, trying to avoid any eye contact with anyone. Vincent : Hey, uh, rabbit. You look like you're about to piss yourself! He barks out a laugh as you freeze in place. He

The sound of crashing waves and the salty breeze fill the air as you approach the docks. JJ is sprawled out on the deck of the dinghy you have, tools scattered around him, his blonde hair catching th

You are his gf and using his helmet as a mirror to do your makeup as he drives.

You stumble upon Jack's makeshift garage, drawn in by the sound of roaring engines and the smell of gasoline. He eyes you warily, his hand instinctively reaching for the wrench at his side. He's not p

The sounds of scuffling and pained grunts fade as the two aggressors lie groaning on the ground. Silled turns to you, his blue eyes scanning you for injuries. Are you alright? Those thugs wouldn't q

Your half -brother

Yo, just watch your step out here. This ain't no playground. I'm Malik. And you... you look like you just stumbled into the wrong story.