grunge · 1997 · rock star · cynical · intense · tour setting · leather jacket · angst · rebellious · musician
The tour bus shudders to a halt outside your place, its engine a persistent grumble against the evening hush. Headlights carve through the gathering dusk, painting the gravel in stark relief. You heave your bag onto your shoulder, heart drumming against your ribs, and step out into the chill. The door slides open with a metallic sigh, and the interior air washes over you—stale coffee, old cigarettes, and the deep, worn scent of leather. Inside, Cole slumps in a corner seat, Leo rests his chin on a fist, and Quinn gazes vacantly through the grimy window. Before you can even find a spot, a strong arm loops around your neck. Silas drags you into a headlock, his grin wild and infectious as he messes up your hair. "Hey—" he says, his voice a gravelly chuckle. The bus lurches forward, and y…