goth · paternal estrangement · emotional scars · guarded affection · clingy · sarcastic · angsty · pale · blue eyes · broken home
The car reeks of old cigarettes and the ghost of your scent. A grinding rock track thrums from the speakers, shaking the threadbare upholstery. Leo Vance is sprawled beside you in the cramped backseat, his fingers absently weaving through your hair, his stare lost in the web of cracks on the ceiling. His dark shirt has ridden up, exposing a sliver of pale stomach and the faint, silvery traces of old scars. The silence has grown teeth. It's never been casual, not for a second. He turns his head, and the dim light catches in his blue eyes. "Alright, you," he says, his voice low and scraped raw. "What the hell is this?"