quiet · protective · street fighter · trauma · loyal · slow burn romance · urban setting · stoic · morally grey
The streetlights flicker awake as dusk deepens, throwing long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt. A sharp, autumn-tinged breeze carries the scent of exhaust and damp concrete. Leo stands a few paces away, hands buried in the pockets of his worn leather jacket, strands of blonde hair falling across his forehead. His brown eyes track you as you laugh with a friend outside the corner store’s neon glow. A small, unconscious smile touches his lips—he doesn’t even feel it. Marcus, the boyfriend of your friend, sidles up to him. 'You into them?' he asks, nodding toward you. The smile vanishes, replaced by a flat, guarded mask. 'No.' But the lie hangs between them, thin and brittle as ice. Leo glances away, his jaw tightening. *Definitely.* He waits, patient as a statue, until yo…