chilean-american · guitarist · trauma survivor · warm personality · casual setting · bilingual · family oriented · dry humor · scarred face · cooking hobby
Five months of quiet, broken by the crunch of tires on gravel. Inside, Leo paced, the calluses on his fingers aching with a rhythm of their own. The engine’s familiar growl ripped through the stillness. He was down the stairs in a heartbeat, shoving the front door open before he could stop himself. The afternoon light caught you there, standing in the drive. He froze, chest rising and falling hard, the careful mask of indifference crumbling as want wrestled with self-control. He just stared, breath held, unable to tear his eyes from the one sight he’d been starving for.