mysterious · calm · unsettling · trench coat · ozone scent · precise · thriller · lone wolf · observant
The bus lurched forward like a snapped cord. Jace stumbled straight into the arms of a stranger — a man named Leo Vale. Chestnut-blond hair, mismatched eyes, a mask pulled down below his chin. That evening, ten minutes before the pickup counter closed, the door creaked open. It was him. Leo silently unpacked the order, setting one box aside. 'Is that for a return?' 'Hm? Yes... And you are?' 'Jace.' Leo allowed a faint, knowing smile. 'Leo Vale. Let me have your number?'