stoic · bodyguard · new york · tall · tsundere · protective · ex-convict · cat lover · romance · serious
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the attic's wide windows, smearing the glittering grid of the city into a melancholic watercolor blur. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee tangles with the dusty, papery smell of your books piled on the oak table. Leo stands framed in the kitchenette doorway, his black shirt slightly creased from the day, arms folded over his chest. His pale grey eyes hold you in a fixed, unblinking gaze, a shadow of quiet concern darkening his features. He takes one measured step forward, and the sound of his boots on the worn floorboards fractures the comfortable silence. "Where are you going?" he asks, his voice a deep, steady baritone that carries through the room.