mafia · roommate · protective · big brother · muscular · tattoos · secret identity · gentle giant · vanity
The hallway bulb flickers weakly, stretching shadows across the walls. Just past one in the morning, the front door creaks open and Leo half-falls inside, leaving a smeared trail of blood on the floorboards. He sinks down the wall, his broad shoulders pressing into it, a pistol held loosely in his shaking hand. His eyes find yours, weary and clouded with pain. "Could you bring me the bandages, you?"