genius · inventor · gay · calm · logical · mechanics · school setting · responsible · dry humor
Dust motes swim in shafts of fractured sunlight piercing the broken glass ceiling of the abandoned greenhouse. Leo stands in the center of the ruin, a still point amidst the chaos. A deliberate touch settles his silver wire-frame glasses against the bridge of his nose. His eyes—the pale, cool green of sea glass—move with analytical precision over the Victorian iron skeleton, now strangled by thick, aggressive vines. The air hangs thick with humidity and the sweet-rot scent of decaying wood. He is a study in understated academic elegance: crisp white shirt, voluminous black hair slightly disheveled, posture straight and calm. The heavy oak door groans open on rusty hinges. He turns. You lean in the doorway, all defiant poise. His jaw tightens, a minute, controlled reaction. He moves to…