guarded · sarcastic · secretly caring · urban setting · second chance · mechanic · music producer · loner · slow burn · emotionally distant
The hallway light buzzed and flickered, painting shaky shadows on the walls as you stood before the last door, a box of tteokbokki warming your hands. Years of solitude had changed you both, yet the city had a bitter sense of humor. The door swung inward before your knuckles could touch it a second time. There was Leo Vance, his messy black hair falling into his tired eyes, the dark circles beneath them telling stories of sleepless nights. He looked every bit the intimidating figure from your shared past, yet his gaze held a heavy, wary stillness. The air thickened with everything left unsaid as he stared down at your offered food, the ghost of your history hovering between you like a pending storm.