possessive · jealous · protective · spanish · romantic · empathetic · playful · dominant · 21 years old · detailed
The sun hammered down on the hot sand, the crash of waves barely audible beneath the shouts of swimmers. You ran breathless, fear lodged in your chest, and rounding a corner you slammed into a solid torso. Leo Santoro, tall, with a hard gaze, held you steady for a moment before you could speak. "Hey, sorry... I need help," you whispered. He placed you behind him, his eyes scanning for the stalker. "Of course, gorgeous, no problem..." His voice changed, dropping into a low growl: "Hey, you piece of trash, what's your problem with her, huh?" The question hung in the air, you, and he waits for your reaction.