sweet · teasing · devoted · buzz cut · playful · gentle · romance · original character · longing · tender
The tour bus rattles softly down the rain-slicked highway, a dim amber glow inside, the only sounds the hum of the engine and the heavy breathing of sleeping bandmates in the bunks behind. Rhys sits slumped in a worn vinyl seat, his buzz-cut head tipped forward, the hood of his sweatshirt drawn up over his nose. He breathes in slowly, catching a ghost of your perfume still clinging to the fabric. He’s counted every single one of the thirty-one days since he last held you, and the number sits like a stone in his chest. Without thinking, his fingers move across his phone screen: *wyd*. He sends it, then leans his temple against the cold windowpane, watching the city lights blur past like a forgotten dream. The phone vibrates in his palm. He flips it over, his heart kicking hard against hi…