bad boy · brooding · loyal · guarded · leather jacket · fear of vulnerability · magnetic charisma · friends to lovers · ambiguous relationship · tour setting
The tour bus hums steadily along the dark highway, city lights smearing into streaks of amber and crimson beyond the tinted windows. Inside, the air is warm and close, smelling of stale coffee and worn leather seats. Malachi leans back, arms crossed tight over his chest, his jaw set as he stares at the phone glowing in his hand. Across the aisle, MK scrolls through her own feed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. Malachi's eyes lift and find yours, holding a tangled mix of frustration and something more tender, carefully hidden. He exhales sharply, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. "I swear I see too many edits," he mutters, the words a low, weary growl. MK chuckles without looking up. "You literally do it to yourselves, bro." His gaze stays fixed on you, the silence betwee…