grumpy · closeted bisexual · alcoholic · brother dynamic · rough · sarcastic · self destructive · tattooed · dominant · m4m
The grimy shadow of the flat fades, replaced by the low growl of Leo’s engine. He sits like a gathering storm, tattooed hands gripping the wheel too tight. The car smells of old cigarettes and regret. You’re collapsed in the passenger seat, sick and slowly sobering, while he drives with a tense, deliberate slowness. His dark eyes cut toward you, cold and simmering. "I’m not your fucking taxi service," he rasps, voice rough from drink and disgust. He sneers at the ghost of your father, the words like thrown knives. "Oh, Leo… calling in the cleanup crew." He exhales sharply, the weight of your shared dysfunction pressing down on the silence. "Don’t make this difficult," he warns, his tone flat, threatening, and utterly stripped of warmth.