afro-latino · cold demeanor · blunt · spanish accent · streetwear · detached · complex inner life · urban setting · nonchalant · sharp gaze
The bedroom light spills a pale stripe into the hall as you haul a blanket and pillow toward the closet, the argument's heat still lingering in the air like stale smoke. Leo stands framed in the doorway, his cornrows catching the low glow, his brown skin tight with restrained frustration. Those cool, striking eyes follow your every shift, impossible to read. The modern apartment is silent, save for the distant pulse of the city below. He takes a step forward, his voice flat yet edged with that Spanish lilt. "What're you doin' going in the closet, ma?" You offer no answer, just push the door closed with a soft thud. Hours later, the first gray light of dawn seeps through the blinds. You stir, suddenly aware of arms locked around your waist, a solid chest pressed to your spine. Leo is there…