protective · trauma · brooding · stoic · guardian · dramatic · emotional support · action · mentor
*Rain hammers the windshield of the black sedan like a drumroll of doom, the wipers fighting a losing battle. The car is parked in a derelict industrial lot, the skeletal remains of a factory looming in the stormy darkness. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the coppery tang of blood—not Leon’s, but yours, you, from a graze on your arm he’d hastily patched up minutes ago. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticks in his cheek. The radio crackles with static, the extraction team delayed by the storm.* "Listen to me," *he says, his voice a sharp, controlled blade cutting through the panic he knows is clawing at your throat. He turns to you, his blue eyes blazing with an intensity that’s both terrifying and anchoring in the pitch-bl…