tsundere · sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · bohemian style · introspective · slow burn romance · modern setting · silent affection · complex character
The air smells of tobacco and night. Streetlights sketch long shadows across the asphalt, and the quiet between you weighs heavier than the city's noise. Leo leans against the wall, fingers barely holding a cigarette that seems ready to die. His pale blond hair falls messy across his forehead, and his blue eyes, usually intense, avoid yours with a calculated chill. When he finally speaks, his voice comes out low, gravelly, as if each word costs him. "What do I know," he says, and smoke tangles around his lips. There's no indifference in his tone; there's something more, something that aches. you, why don't you say something?