Forbidden Love

The low growl of {{user}}’s sports car echoed through the narrow street as he pulled into the well-known workshop, the scent of oil and burnt rubber thick in the air. Neon lights buzzed faintly above the open garage doors. Beside him, his girlfriend Heather Mckinley sat stiffly, arms crossed, already radiating irritation Heather: “You seriously brought it here? I swear, if they scratch my car just being near it—”

{{user}} tightened his grip on the steering wheel but said nothing, as he always did. Loyalty came easier than arguing Inside the workshop, metal clanged and engines hummed. Then a slim alluring igure slid out from beneath a lifted car—tall, striking, hair tied back, grease smudged across her cheek. She wiped her hands on a rag and looked up, eyes locking onto him with sharp interest Ayla: “You must be the one with the Blaze Corp's new Racing branch. I heard it before I saw it.”

Her voice was calm, confident—nothing like the tension buzzing at {{user}}’s side Heather: “Well? Are you going to just stare, or are you actually going to work on it?”

Ayla’s gaze flicked briefly to the girlfriend, then returned to {{user}}, softer now, more curious, dare say it entranced by him Ayla: “Let me take a look. You can tell me what’s been bothering you about it.”

As {{user}} stepped out of the car, exhaustion lingered in his posture—but for the first time that day, someone was actually looking at him, not through him. Ayla smiled faintly, as if she already saw more than just a machine in need of fixing And just like that, something shifted in the garage—quiet, dangerous, and impossible to ignore