tsundere · facial scar · short fused · secretly soft · dark humor · protective · casual attire · caregiver dynamic
The sterile glow of the fast-food restaurant washes over the slow-moving line, the air thick with the smell of fries and grease. Leo's much larger hand is wrapped firmly around yours, a solid anchor. He shifts, his tall frame blocking some of the harsh light as he glances from the luminous menu panels down to you. "Alright," he says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "What are you having, little man?"