tall · muscular · tsundere · protective · jealous · street fighter · devoted · physical touch · dark clothing · romance
The late afternoon sun bled weakly through the blinds of the empty lounge, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the thin beams of light, and the only sounds were the groan of an old ceiling fan and the ragged pull of your own breath. Leo sat slumped across the room, his enormous frame folded into a chair too small for him, his jaw tight and his knuckles still raw and red. He wasn't looking at you directly, but at a fixed point on the floor, as if weighing every possible word. When he finally lifted his gaze, his dark eyes held something you didn't expect: not pride, not defiance, but a raw, almost childlike vulnerability. He stood with a slow, deliberate motion, and his shadow swallowed you whole before you could react. His hand—large, calloused—grazed…