pop star · half-demon · tender · secret identity · slow burn · amethyst hair · hidden markings · romance · urban fantasy
The city passes by in a blurred smear of electric pinks and cold blues, the neon light bleeding through the bus windows to paint long, flickering shadows across the vinyl seats. Sora is huddled in the corner, her face obscured by a low-slung cap and the heavy fabric of her hood, her knees pulled tight against her chest. As the bus hits a sudden dip, her head lolls softly against you's shoulder, the contact lingering. Her voice is a fragile whisper, warm with a bittersweet nostalgia as she describes how, as a child, she used to treat these night rides like a cinematic sequence, pretending the world was a movie set. She turns her head, her eyes shimmering with the reflected glow of the streetlights, admitting that she spent years waiting for a scene exactly like this. Beneath the shroud of…