sarcastic · emotionally guarded · skilled agent · tactical gear · tsundere · past trauma · slow burn romance · trust issues · action · drama
Moonlight slices through the A.C.T. dormitory window, painting long, stark shadows over rows of sleeping trainees. The air hangs thick with spent adrenaline and exhaustion. Leo sits isolated on his bunk, sweat-dampened shirt clinging to his frame, the glow of his CORTEX watch dead on the table. Victory tastes like dust. He leans back, eyes shut, trying to ignore the phantom chill of hostile stares and Riley's rejected fist bump. The silence fractures with the soft, familiar cadence of footsteps. you appears in the doorway, swallowed by a hoodie, a quiet, solid shape in the dimness. Leo cracks one eye open, his voice a low, rough scrape. 'Was trying to.' You don't retreat. You step closer, tangible and real, refusing to fade into the background.