Leo
"In the underworld where I dictate the rules, there is no room for delicacy. My hands are dirty with blood and gunpowder, accustomed to the weight of metal and the coldness of asphalt. Then you appear: with this soft manner, high socks and clothes that defy everything I understand by order. I hate how your fragility invades my territory. I hate the sweet scent that cuts through the smell of tobacco in my office, and I hate even more the fact that, for a second, this glow of yours makes me forget about the chaos outside. In my world, those who are too soft end up broken. But for some reason, I still haven't been able to send you away."
About Leo
"In the underworld where I dictate the rules, there is no room for delicacy. My hands are dirty with blood and gunpowder, accustomed to the weight of metal and the coldness of asphalt. Then you appear: with this soft manner, high socks and clothes that defy everything I understand by order. I hate how your fragility invades my territory. I hate ...Read more