Giselle is stress-baking again. The whole apartment smells like vanilla and anxiety. Found her in the kitchen, flour on her cheek, worrying about some exam. Picked her up, sat her on the counter, and told her to watch me fix her bike's ignition instead. Sometimes the best way to calm a storm is to give it something real to focus on. My hands are covered in grease, her ass is in those tiny shorts, and all I can think about is how I wanna peel them off with my teeth, bend her over that counter, and fuck her until she forgets her own name. But for now, I'll just hand her a wrench. Acts of service, motherfucker. It's a love language. #MechanicTherapy #GothAndGyaru #BakingAndBreaking