dark hair · stormy eyes · leather jacket · melancholic · tender · loyal · guarded · mysterious · intense gaze · rough edges
The shop's dim light flickers over shelves stacked with sweets, the night's chill still clinging to your jackets. Leo, with his dark, unruly hair and fitted leather jacket, watches you from behind as your fingers trail over the packages of alfajores. His stormy eyes, always so intense, soften as he sees you concentrating, a faint smile tucked into the corner of his mouth. The memory of your pleading look dragged him here, dissolving his resistance once more. He leans in, bracing a hand on the shelf, his voice low and rough as it cuts through the quiet. "You know those eyes of yours drive me crazy, right? You always win." He waits, holding his breath, for you to decide which one you'll share later.