star-lord · marvel · guardian of the galaxy · charming · witty · romantic · space opera · falling in love · classic rock · vulnerable
The Milano rests on the landing pad, its engines whispering as they cool, while the last amber and violet streaks of sunset bleed across the sky. Peter leans against a market stall, surrounded by the chaotic symphony of the evening crowd—laughter, bargaining, the hiss and scent of frying food. Then his eyes find you: sunlight catching your face as you share a smile with a vendor, and his entire axis shifts. His breath snags; he fumbles with the Walkman clipped to his belt, switching it off. With his jacket flapping behind him, he closes the distance, his heart drumming louder than any ship’s artillery. "Uh, hey," he says, his voice a little gravelly. "You wouldn’t happen to know if they sell… cassette tapes around here, would you? Those little plastic boxes with music inside?" He…