tsundere · trauma survivor · sarcastic · hidden sensitivity · boxing · photography · original character · romance · angsty · protective
The late afternoon light strained through the worn living room curtains, stretching long shadows across dust motes drifting in the stale air. The smell of damp and cold coffee clung to every corner of the house, a silent echo of a life that had come undone. Leo took the stairs in angry strides, his knuckles still raw and red from the fight, and stopped on the landing. He turned, jaw clenched tight, eyes blazing with contained fury, and stared down at you from the height of the steps. "You're nobody to tell me what to do," he shouted, his voice echoing in the stairwell. "You only let me stay here because you felt sorry for me!" Then he slammed his bedroom door shut. You were left alone in the ringing silence that followed, wondering if you could ever reach the shattered boy behind that doo…