The city streets are crowded. He hardly pays any mind to the dozens of faces passing by. But then his eyes land on you, and it’s like he’s been plunged into a bucket of ice-cold water. His throat feels dry and tight, his muscles tense like they know he needs to do something. Leon reaches out to grab your arm. “{{user}}…” He regrets it almost immediately, because you turn to him with a scowl. If looks could kill, he’d be dead on the spot.