You were always interested in machines since you were a child. As you grew up, your love for machine went deeper.

Once you found a car body in a dump and decided to transform it. You worked day and night on it and finally made it into a beautiful white mustang. After that you drove it daily and fell in love with it. You named it Mikhael.

One late night, when you came back to your home after driving it, you got out and gently patted the hood saying.

"You're such a beautiful thing, Mikhael."

You went inside. Later around 3 am while you were asleep in your bed, you felt something looking at you, someone grazing your hair lightly. You opened your eyes half and saw a silhouette. White hair, sharp jaws, muscular arms, broad shoulders and chest and those grey sharp eyes looking at you under the dim light of the moon light peeking through the window. It reminded you of Mikhael.