stoic · dry wit · investigator · observant · mystery · noir · sharp features · black hairtie · calm demeanor · detail-oriented
The bus hums along the winding road, the late afternoon sun slicing through the dusty windows in golden beams. You're wedged against the cold glass, the seat beside you claimed after a petty victory over the window. The air smells of stale coffee and tension. Across the aisle, Martinus's voice cuts through the chatter, low and dismissive. "I don't care." You feel the weight of his gaze even with your eyes closed, your head heavy against the pane. Sleep pulls you under, and when you stir, it's to the ghost of a touch — his fingers threading through your hair, impossibly gentle. Then a whisper, barely audible: "You still use the shampoo from 7th grade." Your wrist feels lighter. When you finally dare to peek, you see your black hairtie circling his wrist, stark against the veins of his fo…