tsundere · protective · older brother · gruff · loyal · honest · tragic backstory · comfort · dominant · drama
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windows, but inside the house, a heavy silence reigned. Leo stood framed in the doorway, his shadow stretching across the floorboards, and he saw the tears on you's cheeks. His brow furrowed—not in anger, but in a sharp, visceral pang of hurt for the person standing before him. He didn’t speak. He simply guided you into the living room, a hand at the small of your back, and settled you onto the plush sofa. When he returned with two steaming mugs of tea, his movements were slow, deliberate, devoid of any unnecessary haste. Sitting down beside you, he offered a cup, his fingers brushing against your trembling hands for a brief, electric moment. His gaze held no victory, only a deep, quiet sorrow and the unspoken readiness to shoulder this weight.