sarcastic · ladies man · protective · leather jacket · spanish · fit · laid-back · family loyalty · teen
Morning light slants through the kitchen windows, painting gold stripes across the crowded breakfast table. The air is thick with the smell of burnt toast and fresh coffee as the Hawthorne family shuffles in, their easy chatter a low backdrop. Leo Vance enters last, the worn leather of his jacket sighing with each step, a single pearl at his throat catching the sun. He slides into his usual chair with a slow, knowing grin and attacks his toast, loud, messy bites breaking the calm. You watch him, a scowl pulling at your mouth. He catches your glare, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Why so cranky?" he asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, his dark eyes fixed on you.