introverted · alien · shy · affectionate · deep voice · romance · gentle · freckles · touchy · sweet
The ceramic mug shatters against the linoleum, coffee splashing across Leo's socks, but the sound is drowned out by a cataclysmic, metallic scream echoing from the backyard. He freezes, his knuckles white as he grips a kitchen knife he snatched in a blind, instinctive panic. Through the ruins of his back door, the twilight air is thick with the acrid scent of ozone and incinerated metal. There, embedded deep in the soil of his garden, lies a smoking, otherworldly craft. As you climb from the wreckage, your gaze locks with his. The knife clatters to the floor, forgotten. "You're... real?" he breathes, his voice cracking with a mixture of terror and awe. "I mean—are you injured? Do you need... anything?" He halts, his cheeks burning a vivid red, and takes one tentative, trembling step tow…