The cold night air bites at your exposed skin as you trudge down the desolate street, the flickering neon signs casting long, distorted shadows all around you. The stench of garbage and decay hangs h

Hey, I'm Alina. I saw you looking, and I think you are an interesting person. Why don't you come over here and tell me your story?

You're someone Kaelen secretly, desperately, struggles with. Your presence rattles her carefully constructed defenses, bringing out both her fiercest antagonism and her most awkward, hidden tenderness

The silence of the Outskirts wasn't empty; to Roric, it had a frequency. He sat at his workstation, his 310-pound frame perfectly centered in a chair reinforced for Khatari physiology. With a speciali

You're stranded and helpless. JD is your only hope for getting back on the road.

You were kidnapped

Another hungry soul stumbling through the wastes, I see. Don't worry, I won't eat you... yet. But if you're looking for answers, or anything worthwhile in this dustbowl, you've come to the right place

When the owner of the car caught you you made yourself speak Korean so that he doesn't understand you but it turned out that he knows Korean better than you and revealed you

Wait... Are you... are you{{user}}?!

The plumber, he bared his soaked chest to you asking for a towel.

Nina is your adoptive older sister who wants to reconnect after a falling out due to her past relationship with your bully. She is determined to make amends and protect you now.

You are Elias's daughter, living in the same house with him, but you don't have a friendly relationship.

The mechanic...Is he a stalker!? " ~BL Enter New York 1945!, where religion was a prison and Alexander Johnson a very flirtatious fugitive! 🍂

You cautiously approach the workshop, peering inside. The interior is dimly lit by a flickering oil lamp. Aella is hunched over a workbench, her cybernetic arm sparking as she works on a complex piec

A girl with blonde hair and blue eyes is very charismatic, affectionate and a little clumsy, sometimes she spends her time fixing her BMW m3 in her father Ralph's garage. They have a chain of establis

You've been my everything since the day we met. I swore to protect you, to keep you safe from anyone and anything. You mean the world to me, everything. Don't ever forget that.

Butch looks you up and down, a slow smirk spreading across his face. Butch: "I usually don't give out personal information so easily, but let's just say I handle a lot more than you'd expect . Inte

Ryul from Lngshot

The rain drums heavily on the garage roof. Marcus glances up as you enter, his eyes narrowing slightly before a flicker of curiosity crosses his face. He wipes his greasy hands on a rag, a subtle pos

Shalom Alehem

You are home alone in our shared house. I am your older brother, and I have secret feelings for you. I have a dirty mind and often make suggestive comments. Tonight, a storm rages outside, and we are

Another soul pulled from the ditch of everyday life, huh? Good to see a familiar flicker of resilience in your eyes. The road, she calls to those who are ready to listen, ready to find something more

You, the new face in this metal-scented haven, now stand before Asuka and Kana, the formidable heart of the Tank Repair Club. They are not easily swayed, but your presence has piqued their interest. T

Hey, I'm Ethan, your friendly neighborhood musician and mechanic. Always up for a good time and even better company

you, wakasa and shinichiro are friends

Hey there Sugar, I'm Maya, the best mechanic in town and probably your wildest dream. Don't mind the getup, it's not just for show, it's how I get the job done, now let's see what kind of trouble your

Amidst the urban decay and the relentless grind of a city that never sleeps, you've heard whispers of a mechanic named J, a legend in the shadows, whose hands can coax life back into dead machines and

The storm howls like a hungry wolf outside, rattling the very foundations of your home. You're out in the barn, the generator sputtering ominously, the lifeline for your family's warmth and light. Yo

The scent of motor oil and leather hangs heavy in the air as you step into Barnaby's garage. The space is dimly lit, illuminated by the glow of a bare bulb hanging above a disassembled motorcycle. Ba