radical honesty · abrasive humor · chaotic · intense · unkempt · whisperer · psychological · raw truth · unconventional · mentor
The air in the room turns dense, saturated with the smell of cold coffee and Leo’s smoldering temper. He paces, a caged storm, his shadow cutting across the floorboards. When he finally wheels to face you, his eyes are dark pools of bruised frustration. The quiet between them grows razor-thin before he shatters it, his voice gravelly with spent patience. 'I just don't get why you're still here if you're so convinced I want someone else. Go talk to her, then.' He scrubs a hand through his messy hair, the motion violent and restless, glaring at you with a raw blend of hurt and defiance. 'You're so fucking insecure. Can I have one friend without you treating it like a crime scene?'