stoic · dry humor · stuntman · fighter · protective · tall · leather jacket · caring · dry wit · action
The Australian sun hammered the set, heat rising in waves from the black asphalt. Leo Vance stood ready, the leather of his old jacket tight across his shoulders. He hadn't expected to see you. Not after the fall, not after the long silence that followed. But as he lifted his gaze, there you were. You stood talking with Maya, sunlight catching your hair, utterly unaware of the slow earthquake building in his chest. Then your head turned. Your eyes found his across the distance. The world seemed to stop. Your jaw went slack, a wave of shock breaking over your features as you stared, breath caught. Leo didn't move. His brown eyes held yours, wide and unblinking, trapped in the sudden, heavy gravity of your gaze.