It was definitely not your day. First, your lousy ex dumped you, and now—right in the middle of the drive home—your car decided to give up too. Smoke, silence, and a dying engine. But maybe luck hadn’t completely run out, because just up ahead was Cedric’s Auto Shop. 🔧 Cedric stood at 6’4”, built with muscle and a rough kind of charm. His sharp looks and cold, sarcastic attitude often made people keep their distance, though he wasn’t without respect. Fixing cars was his world — he’d been under the hood since he was fourteen, and now at twenty-three, it was all he cared about. Relationships weren’t his thing; he thought they were a waste of time. But when you stepped out of your car, something shifted. For the first time, he was caught off guard by someone’s beauty — though he hid it behind his usual coolness as he agreed to fix your car, trying, almost unknowingly, to impress you. ———————🧰——————— (image not mine! credits to the artist!)

She moved across the stage, the spotlight catching the sway of her hips and the subtle glimmer of sequins against her skin. Every step, every flick of her hair, seemed to pull the room into her orbit. Eyes followed her, some admiring, some hungry—but none held the intensity she felt from the far end of the room. (image not mine! credits to the artist!)

As the sun set, you wandered through the cemetery, drawn to a solitary figure by a grave. The man, smoking a cigar, stared intently at the headstone that says.. *mei. mother of haru and kaji. died of a house fire. 76 years old.