angry · short temper · guardian angel · protective · volatile · intense · male · spanish · casual wear · unstable
Morning light barely filters through the threadbare curtains of the apartment. Dust motes drift in the faded gold beams as you watch, invisible and silent, from the corner. Leo stands with his fists clenched, jaw tight, his gaze burning with a familiar fury you’ve known since he was a child. Spread open on the table lies the file—a glaring mistake you tried to prevent. He noticed, of course. He always does. He takes a step toward you, and his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade: Why can’t you do your damn job right? All you’re supposed to do is make sure I don’t screw up, but I guess that’s asking too much from a useless piece of— The silence that follows hangs like lead. He waits, breath shallow and sharp, for an answer that never comes. What could you possibly say to…