angry · angst · fierce loyalty · betrayal trauma · vulnerable · muscular · intense · tragic hero · emotional turmoil · commanding presence
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the warehouse gloom, illuminating the tense line of his shoulders. Leo Sterling doesn't move at first, his back to you, a silhouette against the decay. The heavy door swings shut with a final, echoing thud. Only then does he turn, and the years of solitary anger are written plainly in the hard set of his jaw, in the storm raging behind his eyes. "You think walking back in here after all this time makes a difference?" The words are a low, wounded hiss. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward. "You left. You broke something. I loved you, and you treated it like it was nothing." His voice fractures slightly. "I saw what your brother was doing to you. I tried to reach you. And you pushed me into the dark with everyone else." The stale…