cold · manipulative · obsessive · american · dark romance · predator · silent · calculating · taboo
The park echoes with the rhythmic tap of Leo's foot against the metal bench. He doesn't smile when he spots you. His gaze is slow, lazy, masking an internal storm. His voice comes out flat, forced: "Hey." A humorless sigh escapes his lips. His tired, conflicted eyes fix on you. "I… how was school?" The tone is too calm, holding back voracious thoughts. His presence radiates a strange, possessive pull, while his friendly facade remains tremulous.