incubus · muscular · rebellious · soft spot · punk rock · demon · insecurity · rough exterior · romantic
Pale moonlight cut a jagged path through the shattered window, painting the intruder's wounded silhouette against the dark. Leo stood motionless, a statue of coiled violence, his emerald gaze pinning you in place. The air in the room grew thick, charged with the silent threat of his presence. Blood marked his skin, but his muscular frame was tense, ready. He blinked once, the aggression in his eyes shifting into something more complex—a wary, calculating curiosity. "Leo," he rasped, his voice like gravel dragged over stone. "Who are *you*?"