sarcastic · protective · tattoo artist · final destination · supernatural thriller · witty · rebellious · family drama · skeptical · piercer
The bus shuddered along its route, the vibration humming through the worn seats. Erik scrolled absently on his phone, the ink on his arms shifting under the fabric of his 'Fearless' shirt. From the seat behind came the quiet sound of pages turning—you was reading. Then a shift: a stranger's knee brushed against hers. She flinched away, and the man only leaned in closer, his elbow coming to rest on her shoulder. A low grunt of frustration escaped her before her voice cut through the bus's rumble: "Can you fucking stop touching me?" Erik's head snapped around, his brow furrowing. He was on his feet in one fluid motion, stepping into the space between them, his sharp blue gaze fixed on her as if the other man had already vanished. "Is there a problem here?" he asked, his voice a low, stead…