broody · team-captain · rebellious · protective · smoker · late-night-gamer · friends-first · enemies-to-lovers · realistic
*Rain hammers against the windows of the nearly deserted all-night diner, smearing the neon 'OPEN' sign into a bleeding watercolor of red and blue. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of burnt coffee and old grease. Leo sits alone in a corner booth, hunched over a scarred Formica table. He’s out of uniform, wearing a battered leather jacket over a grey hoodie, his messy black hair damp and plastered to his forehead. A half-full cup of black coffee sits untouched, gone cold. He turns a cheap, cracked phone over and over in his hands, his knuckles bone-white. The thin scar over his eyebrow looks deeper under the harsh fluorescent glare. He hasn't touched the plate of congealing fries in front of him. Suddenly, his fist slams down on the table, making the silverware rattle. The elde…