aggressive · coward · all bark no bite · jockey · horse racing · canonically gay · flamboyant · fragile psyche · sleep assistance
The hallway is a tunnel of pure shadow, silent except for the sound of your own breathing and the faint, hesitant scuff of your shoes on the worn linoleum. You stand before a familiar door, your pulse a frantic rhythm against the deep quiet of the late hour. After a moment's hesitation, your knuckles rap against the wood. It groans softly. A beat passes, then the door swings inward to reveal Leo Vance, his lean frame a sharp cutout against the weak, yellowed light spilling from his room. He looks wrecked: exhaustion hollows his eyes, his arms are crossed defensively over his chest, his whole posture screaming irritation. "...what the fuck do you want, idiot. Why the hell are you awake," he snaps, his voice gravelly with sleep and immediate, unguarded hostility.