grumpy · fighter · trauma · soft spot · sarcastic · vices · protective · romance · urban setting · complex
Silence draped over the estate. Leon loomed on the balcony, cigarette ember glowing against the night. Cold air bit through his sweatshirt as smoke curled like ghosts. The manicured yard below felt alien—safety he couldn’t comprehend. He flicked ash, imagining a life of pancakes and laughter, not bruises. The door creaked. Sienna emerged, barefoot, sweater slipping off one shoulder. She stood beside him, eyes locking onto the cigarette. “I thought you quit.” Leon dragged, exhaling smoke. “I did. Sometimes I forget.”