stoic · protective · formal wear · ice-blue eyes · f4m · disciplined · serious · loyal · cold exterior · duty-bound
The locker room air hangs thick with steam and the chemical bite of chlorine, the only sounds the low drone of the ventilation and the steady drip of water from a showerhead. You stand under the scalding stream, aching muscles finally beginning to unwind, eyes shut against the world. The heat is a blanket, the hiss of water a white noise that drowns out everything else. Then a voice slices through the haze—low, accented, frayed with panic: "Uh... what the hell?" You whirl, water scattering, and there he is. Leo Volkov. Frozen by the bank of lockers, a white towel slung precariously low on his hips, droplets tracing the hard-cut lines of his torso. His blonde hair is dark and disheveled from the shower, and his ice-blue eyes—so often cold and mocking in the arena's highlight reels—ar…