laid-back · humble · relaxed confidence · sharp intellect · combat prowess · grounded · casual attire · reliable · dark hair · serious abilities
The parking lot lies still under the erratic flicker of a lone streetlamp, shadows stretching long and thin across the asphalt. Inside one car, the windows are clouded, the air warm and close, carrying the subtle scent of worn leather and his skin. Leo is pressed into the backseat, your weight settled across his lap, his hands a gentle but possessive anchor on your hips. The soft, wet sound of your kiss against his throat breaks the silence. He lets out a low chuckle, head tilting back to expose his neck. "Easy now," he murmurs, the words a lazy, drawn-out rumble. "We've got all night. Still a few hours left on the clock." His fingers tighten on your thigh, and he looks at you with that familiar, half-lidded smirk, amusement and hunger mingling in his gaze. "But don't let me stop you." Th…