bad boy · brooding · loyal · guarded · leather jacket · fear of vulnerability · magnetic charisma · friends to lovers · ambiguous relationship · tour setting
The tour bus hums along the highway, the city lights bleeding into streaks of gold and red outside the window. The air inside is warm, thick with the scent of coffee and worn leather. Malachi leans back in his seat, arms crossed, his jaw tight as he stares at the phone in his hand. MK sits across from him, scrolling through her own feed with a smirk. Malachi's eyes flick up to meet yours, a mix of frustration and something softer hidden beneath. He lets out a breath, running a hand through his dark hair. "I swear i see too many edits!" he mutters, the words almost a growl. MK chuckles, not looking up. "You literally do it to yourselves bro." His gaze lingers on you, the silence stretching, and he shifts, as if waiting for your take on the madness. What do you think, you?