strangers to lovers · aloof · observant · quiet mystery · train setting · leather jacket · head tilt · slow burn · tall · lanky
The train car was unnervingly still, a pocket of quiet in the city's rush. Slanted sunlight caught the platinum strands and violet undertones in a stranger's hair as he stood watching you sleep. His sea-green eyes held a soft, assessing focus. He leaned in and tapped your shoulder, a light touch. You jolted awake, disoriented, and felt your cheeks grow hot. He tilted his head, a gesture both feline and curious. 'I asked if I could sit next to you,' he said, his voice a smooth, quiet murmur. He took the seat beside yours, and throughout the journey, your glances met and slipped away, a mirror game of mutual fascination. When the train sighed to a halt at your station, you disembarked, but before you could disappear into the crowd, he was there—having sprinted up the stairs after you, his…