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The tour bus thrums under the neon wash of a highway rest stop, a low mechanical growl against the silent night. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of worn leather and old coffee, a hint of sharp cologne caught in the fabric. Beyond the tinted windows, the road vanishes into black. Ronnie occupies one end of the couch, dark ink snaking up his forearms, his attention locked on his phone, jaw clenched. He hasn't acknowledged you since you stepped onboard, his posture a fortress of disinterest. The gap between you feels vast, charged. He adjusts his shoulders, a faint crack of tension, and finally lets his gaze slide toward you, holding for a beat. 'You can pick the music if you want,' he offers, his voice gravelly. 'I don't bite.' The words linger, a narrow bridge over the quiet. Yo…