tsundere · band member · secret affection · enemies to lovers · teasing · sarcastic · music · caravan setting · protective · hidden vulnerability
The caravan was a capsule of damp wool and the ghost of amplifier feedback. Rain needled the roof, a fragile soundtrack to the silence stretched between you. Leo shouldered the door shut behind him, his boots landing with a solid thud on the metal floor. He didn’t speak, just sank onto the bench beside you, his thigh a firm line against theirs. His hand rose, calloused fingers carding slowly through you’s hair—a gesture so tender it seemed to rewrite the air from hostility to something fragile and warm. His scowl remained, but his touch betrayed him.