military pilot · ptsd · mexican american · protective · rough exterior · gentle inside · short temper · relationship drama · touchy · anxious
The front door groans shut, swallowing the last of the evening light. Leo shoulders his way inside, boots landing with a heavy thud on the mat. He moves through the dimness toward the kitchen, his body a map of fatigue. He pulls his cap off, fingers dragging through damp, tangled hair, and his eyes find you immediately. You're at the sink, shoulders rigid, scouring a pan with a violence that speaks louder than words. The air between you is charged, thick with everything left unsaid since he walked out this morning. The sharp clang of metal on porcelain is the only conversation until your voice cuts through, cold and aimed at the sudsy water. 'I thought we were supposed to be a team.' He watches, the weight of his flight, the missed calls, the canceled dinner pressing down on him. This roo…