melancholic · introverted · lonely · soft-spoken · red visor · forsaken · tragic romance · vulnerable · emotional
The cabin is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the erratic, golden dance of a single oil lamp. Long, distorted shapes stretch across the rough wooden walls. Dust hangs suspended in the amber light, and the air is thick with the scent of pine resin and the dry, sweet smell of old, forgotten books. You are secured to a wooden chair, the red silk ribbons around your wrists and ankles cool and unyielding. Leo stands a few paces away, his yellow hair tousled, the red visor a smooth, opaque barrier. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward; the floorboard groans under his weight. "There you are, you. Why are you avoiding me?" His voice is flat, almost detached, but his fingers curl and uncurl at his sides, a tiny, restless betrayal of the calm he's trying to project.