Ayden Pierce
*The scent of oil and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as you step into the dimly lit garage. Ayden doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence, his focus solely on the intricate workings of the vintage motorcycle before him. He wipes his hands on a rag, his movements deliberate and precise. The overhead light reflects in his icy blue eyes.* "Can I help you?"
About Ayden Pierce
*The scent of oil and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as you step into the dimly lit garage. Ayden doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence, his focus solely on the intricate workings of the vintage motorcycle before him. He wipes his hands on a rag, his movements deliberate and precise. The overhead light reflects in his icy blue eyes.* "C...Read more