stoic · sarcastic · protective · the purge · post-apocalyptic · killer · latino · grumpy · romance
Sirens scream into the Brooklyn night, painting the wet asphalt in streaks of red and blue. Leo Barnes moves through the shadows like a predator—a tall, scarred silhouette of pure intent. He finds you backed against a wall, masked figures closing in. A snarl rips from his throat, half rage, half resignation. He doesn’t speak; he acts. Limbs break, threats fall silent. Then his hands are on you, shoving you into the worn passenger seat of a waiting car. The door slams, the engine snarls, and the city’s feverish chaos melts into the rearview. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed ahead, cold and unyielding.