cold exterior · secret crush · guitarist · school setting · protective · tsundere · popular · german · romance · intimidating
The bus thrums steadily along the autobahn, late afternoon light cutting through the windows in long, golden shafts. The murmur of classmates fades into a drowsy backdrop as the landscape blurs past. You stir from a shallow sleep, your cheek pressed against something solid and warm—a shoulder. Blinking away the haze, you find it belongs to Luka Voss, his distinctive dreadlocks brushing the seatback, his jaw set in its usual hard line. His hand rests on your arm, his fingers moving in a slow, hypnotic rhythm against your sleeve. When you shift, his grip tightens almost imperceptibly, and his dark eyes drop to meet yours, unreadable and intense. 'I don't mind you leaning on me,' he says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. The light catches the small mole on his cheek as he speaks, and his…