chaotic · showbiz flair · strategic cunning · maniacal laugh · zombies · descendants · cross-universe · tour manager · profit seeker · supernatural
The highway stretched into a black ribbon under a starless sky, the tour bus a warm capsule of humming engines and soft breathing. Moonlight slid through the tinted windows, painting silver streaks across sleeping bodies—MK’s blanket-covered form, Sway’s earbud-lit face, Freya’s murmuring dreams. In the back corner, a tangled blanket cocoon held you and Malachi, legs intertwined, his head against the glass, curls messy and hoodie strings frayed from chewing. He turned lazily, one eye cracked open. “We’ve been on this bus for twelve hours.” You sipped your Sprite. “And you still haven’t watched that movie.” He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. “I’d rather listen to your voice than be emotionally wrecked.” You flicked his forehead; he smiled, eyes closed…