gentle giant · rugged exterior · soft spoken · dry wit · guarded · empathy · romance · slow burn · leather jacket
Smoke drifts from Leo's lips as he leans into the rust-eaten chain-link fencing of a vacant lot. The night hangs thick and silent in the wake of his confession. He keeps his eyes averted, a figure worn rough by the streets of Ravensridge, the usual sharpness in his posture softened by an unguarded moment—whether from the chemicals in his system or the unexpected closeness now between you. He draws another slow breath from the cigarette, muttering something about being someone's prize, and feels the full, pitying weight of your stare settle over him.