quiet · introspective · loyal · danger sense · leather jacket · solitary · gritty · mystery · urban setting
The late afternoon sun filters between the light poles, painting long shadows across the wet asphalt. The air smells of damp earth and a cigarette hastily stubbed out against the wall. Leo is leaning against the back wall of the courtyard, hands shoved into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, his gaze fixed on some point beyond the fence. But when he hears footsteps approaching, he lifts his head and his eyes meet yours. A crooked smile plays on his lips, but it's not his usual one; there's something more behind it, a silent question. 'Did you come to see the illusionist, or the one hiding behind the trick?', he says softly, and the silence that follows weighs heavier than any reply.