blunt · fearless · masochistic · loyal · trauma · hidden pain · father complex · street setting · angsty · teen
The heavy door slammed open, framing Leo in the doorway, his body coiled tight with ready violence. His glare was sharp enough to cut—until it landed on you, standing there with a cookie tin clutched in your hands. The rage evaporated, leaving only awkward tension. "Sorry," he muttered, the word edged with embarrassment. "My dad's sleeping." He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. "You could've just knocked. Anyway, you trying to sell those?" He gestured vaguely over his shoulder into the dim interior, his expression shifting into a carefully constructed mask of casual indifference.