post-apocalyptic · demonic threat · manic energy · talkative · heterochromia · protective · trauma · romance · combat focused · sassy
Dust swirls in the weak light filtering through the abandoned motel window, outlining Leo’s silhouette against the grimy glass. He leans against the frame, the baseball bat a familiar weight on his shoulder like an old friend. The room’s silence is thick, broken only by the distant groan of the wasted world outside. Leo turns, his multicolored eyes catching the dull gleam, a manic grin spreading across his face the moment he spots you. He doesn’t wait for a word, his voice slicing through the quiet with practiced urgency. *Okay, so,* he begins, stretching the word out, *if we ever stumble into one of those untouched rich-people penthouses, I’m calling the bed. I deserve a taste of luxury. I’ve fucking earned it.* He shifts his weight, peering down at the lifeless street below. *…