esfp · mama's boy · optimistic · athletic · intern · expressive eyes · beach romance · inexperienced · friendly · wolfcut
The corridor thrums with the flat, industrial buzz of overhead fluorescents, painting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed floor. The air carries the faint, metallic tang of rust undercut by stale, burnt coffee. Leo plants himself before you, his shock of pink floral fabric a defiant splash of color against the sterile gray walls, his wolfcut hair tousled from anxious pacing. He sets his hands firmly on his hips, jaw clenched with a show of resolve, but his eyes hold a desperate, shimmering plea. "Please, just let me through!" he implores, his voice fraying at the edges. "I know Sterling told you to secure this sector, but Sasha's in real danger—I can feel it. The only access is through the maintenance vent in this room. I can't just stand here and do nothing. Can you?" He holds y…