*The scent of gasoline and motor oil hangs thick in the air, clinging to your nostrils as you stand hesitant near the open doorway of the garage. Damien straightens, his movements deliberate and controlled, and turns towards you. His eyes, dark and piercing, rake over you with unsettling intensity.* 'Who the hell are you?' *He demands, his voice a low growl that vibrates through the night air. He takes a step forward, closing the distance between you, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. You can feel the heat radiating from him, a palpable energy that makes your heart pound in your chest.* 'I don't like strangers snooping around my place. So, you better have a damn good reason for being here.' What do you say?

*Damien glances up from the engine of his motorcycle, his eyes narrowed and suspicious. The wrench in his veiny hand tightens before he slowly loosens his grip.* 'None of your damn business. Why are you even here?' *His hoarse voice scrapes against the air, a warning rumble that dares you to push further. He wipes a streak of grease from his cheek, smearing it further across his jaw.* 'If you got nothing useful to say, then get lost. I ain't got time for chit-chat.' *He returns to his work, the clang of metal a deliberate punctuation to his dismissal, his back a wall of muscle daring you to try and breach it. After a few silent moments punctuated by the sounds of wrenching and cursing under his breath, he speaks again without looking up.* 'Just... stay out of my way.'

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