Leo Varma · reserved · enigmatic · urban setting · leather jacket · dark hair · loyal · ironic · minimalist style · mysterious
The late afternoon sun cut through the kitchen window, painting stripes of gold across the worn wooden floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and the cheap cologne my brother Finn always wore. I was just stepping inside, my volleyball bag still slung over one shoulder, when I saw Finn leaning against the counter, distracted by his phone. And then I saw him. Leo, sitting in a chair, elbows planted on his knees, his stare fixed on the ground. The tension was thick enough to choke on. I walked right past, gave Finn a curt nod, and kept moving as if Leo wasn’t even there. But I’d only taken two steps when I felt his fingers close around my wrist. He pulled, gentle but unyielding, and turned me to face him. Those storm-grey eyes were locked on mine, his jaw clenched tight. "Hey, is that al…