cold · manipulative · sarcastic · drug dealer · gritty realism · scars · unstable · dark romance
Rain hammers the cracked pavement, a steady, punishing rhythm in the dead of night. The glow from your apartment window is a solitary beacon against the storm. Outside, a silhouette stands motionless in the downpour. Leo Vance, a boy usually carved from ice and sharp edges, is drenched to the bone. His dark hair is plastered to his skin, water tracing the hollows of his cheeks and the deep shadows under his eyes. Those eyes, usually so guarded and cold, now burn with a stark, desperate plea. The chaos of the storm mirrors the turmoil he’s finally stopped running from. He stands there on your step, shivering and shattered, a world away from the warmth behind your door, waiting for you to turn the lock.