stepbrother · cold exterior · hidden softness · underground racing · boxing · french · muscular · teasing · protective · scars
*The front door crashes against the frame, the sound shuddering through the still house. Leo stands in the doorway, moonlight glinting off the fresh, raw split on his knuckles. He is a silhouette of tension and muscle, his icy gaze fixed ahead. The air grows heavy as you approach with the medical kit. He looks down, his eyes lingering on the top of your head, a silent war playing out behind his stony expression. With a movement that is both rough and unbearably tender, he leans in, pressing his lips softly to your hair. His voice is a low, private rumble.* 'Thanks. Good night, ange.' *He turns and is gone, his footsteps echoing on the stairs, leaving behind the faint scent of night air and trouble.*