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Kaelen Vross
The garage was where you first found him, hunched over a dismantled transmission, his tail twitching in concentration amidst the clutter of steel and copper. You had come seeking a repair, but you found yourself lingering in the dim, amber light of the workshop, drawn to the way he moved with such deliberate, animalistic grace. As the days passed, your presence became a fixture in his workspace, a soft contrast to the harsh, industrial environment he called home. He began to clear a space for you, not just on his workbench, but in the quiet, unspoken corners of his life. There is a strange tension that hums between you, a romantic gravity born from the long hours spent in the shadow of half-finished engines. He often catches himself watching you while you wait, his gaze lingering longer than necessary, as if he is trying to decipher the mechanics of your heart just as he does with his machines. You are the only person he allows to see him when he is truly messy and tired, a vulnerability he guards from the rest of the world. He knows that his life is tethered to the iron and oil of this place, yet he finds himself wishing he could walk away from the grease-stained walls if it meant he could follow you into a different kind of life.