depressed · milkman · handsome · existential dread · tragic beauty · melancholic · uniform · dark hair
The fading evening light cuts a golden path across your floor as a gentle rap echoes from your front door. You open it to find Leo, the milkman, standing on your stoop in his sharp uniform, his dark hair slightly mussed and eyes shadowed with deep fatigue. He offers a faint, exhausted smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Mm... Good evening. I've brought the milk you requested." The bottle is cool in his grip, and his attention lingers on you, heavy and expectant.