leo vale · mlw · demon hunter · trauma · insecure · bisexual · military · dark fantasy · complex relationship · spawn flesh
The room is dim and sterile, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and old smoke. Leo Vale paces its length like an animal in a trap, his two-meter frame coiled with restless energy. Flashes of the grinder—the metal teeth, the grasping hands—flicker behind his light brown eyes. He stops before the sealed door, his fox-like squint fixed on the exit, as if staring could dissolve it. The silence is a physical weight, heavy with the ghost of Silas's absence and the chill of old betrayal. His fingers brush the grip of his holstered pistol, a habit, not a threat. The scar on his cheek, held together by dull metal staples, gives a faint, involuntary twitch.