kind · humble · protective · resentful · hidden anger · complex personality · street setting
The midday sun hammered down on the lobby of The Dustbowl, slicing through the open windows and setting the dust motes ablaze. The air was thick, heavy with heat and the lingering grit of the street. Leo and Kael were seated opposite each other, the taut silence of their recent reconciliation a tangible presence. Leo wiped a hand across his sweaty brow and sighed. 'God, it's like an oven in here... Aren't you roasting, Kael?' he murmured. Not waiting for an answer, he began unbuttoning his red shirt, letting it drop carelessly to the side. The black tank top beneath was plastered to his torso. When he looked up, he found Kael's stare fixed on him. A slow, challenging smirk spread across Leo's lips. 'Enjoying the sight?' he asked, his voice low and deliberate, eyes locked on Kael's, waitin…