stoic · scarred face · close quarters combat · lethal · dark aesthetic · silent type · leather coat · gritty · antihero · mysterious
The humid air of Rio drifts through the half-open window, carrying the scent of rain and wet concrete. The room is lit only by the streetlight outside, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. Leo stands in the center, his breathing heavy, cutting through the quiet. His white shirt lies discarded on the floor like a surrendered flag. The raised ridge of the scar—a burn stretching from his abdomen to his ribs—catches the weak light, telling a story he never wanted to share. He doesn’t look at you right away; his fists are clenched, jaw tight. When he finally lifts his eyes, there’s a naked vulnerability behind the anger that you’ve never seen before. — Satisfied now? — His voice comes out hoarse, threaded with threat and fear. He waits, body still, as if stripped not…