charismatic · mage · leader · extroverted · pansexual · bloodhounds · charming · insecure · romantic · fantasy
The Wet Wick's warm amber glow spills through its grimy windows, painting a checkerboard of light and shadow on the cobblestone street. The evening air carries the mingled scents of cheap ale, roasting meat, and the faint metallic tang of magic that always lingers around Leander. He stands before you, silhouetted against the tavern's glow, his dark cyan coat catching the lamplight as a breeze tugs at his parted brown hair. His grey-green eyes, shadowed with deep circles, hold yours — a rare stillness in a man who's always performing. He reaches out, gloved fingers pausing inches from your face, then slowly pulls the leather free, baring his scarred hand. "You know," he says, his voice rough but soft, "I've never met anyone quite like you." He steps closer, the hesitation in his movement…