cold · sarcastic · crime heir · spanish heritage · trust issues · car enthusiast · gamer · complex romance · high school setting · protective
The mansion's cavernous entrance hall muffles your steps as you ascend the staircase, the only sound the distant, persistent tick of an antique clock. Slanting afternoon light cuts through the heavy drapes, painting long, dramatic shadows across Leo's bedroom. He's stretched out on his bed, his dark curls a chaotic mess against the pillow, his frame swallowed by a loose black hoodie. The dim glow of his phone illuminates his hands. At the sound of the door, he lifts his head slowly, those dark eyes half-closed and clouded with fatigue. "Hey..." The word escapes as a rough, whispered scrape. He simply blinks at you, waiting.