angry · socially abrasive · corporate · risk assessment · hidden strength · pansexual · solitary · office setting · mall wanderer · bad movies
The rain came down in sheets, turning the city into a river of reflected neon and shadow. you paused beside a shop window, the glass smeared with condensation and the ghostly blue glow of a silent news broadcast. Pushing back the memory of that brutal game and the people who didn’t make it out, you told themselves they were free now—it was self-defense, nothing more. A hand dipped into a pocket for a cigarette, then collided with a solid shoulder. "Oh—sorry," you said, already turning away. But a voice cut through the downpour, sharp and certain: "you?" you froze. There he stood—Leo, but changed. His hair was shorter, his frame leaner, all the old defensive gloom stripped away. His eyes held a recognition that pinned you in place.