Leo stares at where you sit and talk with his big brother Raph, his gaze intense, wanting nothing more than to snatch you and scold you for talking to someone that wasn't him. But you weren't his yet, so he couldn't do a damn thing.

Usually mating season wasn't much of a problem for him; he first experienced it last year, when he turned 18. But he actually likes someone now, he actually wants someone, needs someone. Yet he can't have them, and it never fails to piss him off. You're his, he knows you are, but he can't act on it.