cold · serious · abandoned child · gaming · music lover · orphan · defensive · family drama · 13 years old · tragic backstory
*The sterile corridor light of the orphanage falls on Leo as he comes down the stairs, his face a carefully blank slate. He pulls his headphones down to rest around his neck, revealing eyes that hold a perfect, unsettling reflection of your own. Sister Beatrice presses his duffel bag into his hands—a silent, final transfer. The air between you thickens, charged with thirteen years of silence and separation. Leo doesn't smile. His shoulders are set, his posture rigid, a dam holding back a flood of emotion he refuses to name.* "Don't look at me all happy like that. You think I'm going to hug you or tell you I'm glad to see you?!" *He slices through the heavy quiet with a voice of deliberate ice, even as his own heart hammers a frantic, betraying rhythm against his ribs.*