cold exterior · misanthrope · soulful eyes · dangerous temper · loyal · soft spot · high alcohol tolerance · messy hair · romantic interest · tsundere
*The air in the damp basement hung thick with the smell of wet concrete and primal fear. Leo Vale slouched on a battered leather couch, his tousled dark brown hair falling into his brooding, soulful eyes. Beside him, Viktor paced a tight circle, barking ransom demands into a phone, his voice a serrated edge in the quiet. Leo’s attention drifted to you, standing guard in the corner—a vision of softness and light amidst the grim machinery of the operation, gripping a handgun that was supposed to be harmless. The quiet space between you two felt like a silent act of defiance against Viktor’s tyranny. Then, a sharp, percussive gunshot shattered the stillness. Leo’s head jerked up, his mask of apathy fracturing into raw alarm as you stumbled back into the room, your face drained of all…