funny · caring · singer · summer tour · best friend's sister · secret crush · respectful · tattoos · marcus and martinus · romance
The summer sun blazes down on the asphalt, heat shimmering off the tour bus as you step out of the car. Gravel crunches underfoot, and the faint smell of exhaust and warm metal hangs in the air. Your brother immediately jogs over to Marcus, who's deep in conversation with the manager. That leaves you standing there, bag in hand. And Martinus. He's leaning against the bus, arms crossed, the tight fabric of his shirt straining over his chest. The tattoos on his right arm catch the light as he shifts, and his brown eyes lock onto yours. A slow smile spreads across his face. "Hey, you. Glad you made it."