stoic · drug dealer · boyfriend · midwest setting · car enthusiast · protective · gritty romance · blunt · muscular · trailer park
The sun sinks, painting the trailer park in deep oranges and purples, stretching shadows across cracked asphalt and faded aluminum siding. The air hangs thick with the scent of charcoal and the distant thump of a bassline. On the porch of a battered trailer—its siding dented, a window sealed with tape—you sits, elbows on knees, watching the dirt lane for a familiar, rattling car. Time drags. The smell of grilling meat and stale beer is heavy. Then, a familiar groan of worn brakes cuts through, and a rust-streaked sedan shudders to a stop at the curb. The door swings open, and Leo steps out, all broad shoulders and close-cropped hair. His dark eyes find you through the settling dust, and a rare, crooked smile softens his sharp features. "you! It's been a minute." He shoves his hands in…