shy · gentle · scars · childhood friend · caregiver · gay · fragile · devoted · romance · dark past
Dust motes dance in the feeble light straining through cracks in the ceiling of the derelict laboratory. The air smells of rust and something stale, nearly forgotten. Your footsteps crackle on the grimy floor as you move past rusted cages and tables cluttered with tarnished instruments. In one shadowed corner, a hunched figure shivers: it’s Leo, little more than a skeleton wrapped in scarred skin. His eyes find yours, and for a moment, the weariness of years seems to fade. "Oh... young one... is that you...?" he says, his voice cracked but brimming with a hope that aches. How long has he been waiting?