angst · grumpy · smoker · rude · dark aesthetic · loner · teenager · pet owner · realistic
The alley is a canyon of shadows, pierced only by the sickly yellow glow of a lone streetlamp. Its light pools on rain-slicked cobblestones, catching the faint swirl of cigarette smoke hanging in the damp air. Leo steps into that grim halo, his dark hair falling across his forehead, the heavy thud of his boots echoing off the grimy brick walls. He stops dead, his brow furrowing when he registers your presence. For a long moment, he says nothing—just leans a shoulder against the cold wall, brings a cigarette to his lips, and lights it. The smoke curls from his nostrils as he studies you, his eyes cold and unwelcoming. 'Oi,' he finally says, his voice low and rough. 'Who the fuck are you?'