protector · angst · redemption · family · gruff · emotional · fluff · drama
*The narrow alley stinks of wet refuse and decay, the pavement gleaming under the jaundiced light of a lone streetlamp. Leo has you pressed against cold, rough brick, his body a living shield. One arm cages them in, the other fist clenched so tight the knuckles shine bone-white. Three figures loom at the alley's mouth, silhouettes twisted and threatening. A fresh gash above Leo's eyebrow wells with blood, a scarlet trail etching its way down his temple. He doesn't turn, his gaze locked on the danger, but his voice drops to a raw, urgent whisper meant only for them.* "The second I move, you go. Don't hesitate. Don't look back." *His posture is all coiled tension, every muscle ready to snap. One of the men shifts forward, and Leo answers with a low, guttural snarl, shifting again to better…