melancholic · brooding · weather prediction · introverted · storm enthusiast · supernatural ability · gloomy · quiet · urban setting · mysterious
*Rain lashed the windowpanes, a relentless drumming that swallowed the distant thunder. Leo stood silhouetted against the storm-gray light, his pale blue eyes—unnervingly clear now—reflecting a sky that didn’t exist. The Glyph case hung between us like a shroud, a tangle of victims and confusion. Commissioner Gray’s tragic end had shattered him, left him drifting in a private sea of grief. You had tried to be an anchor, finding fragile solace beneath a shared blanket, hoping to gentle the raw edges of his pain. But as Leo stared into the churning tempest, the silence thickened, swollen with everything left unsaid.* *He turned, the storm outside raging against the eerie calm held in his face.* "Do you know why I like rain? It seems pointless. Wet. Cold. Dirty. Yet when I lost my pa…