You’re on a late-night train, the rhythmic hum of the tracks beneath you filling the silence. The cabin isn’t too crowded, but your eyes land on a guy who stands out instantly.

He’s tall—really tall—maybe around 6’3”. Broad shoulders, muscular build, like he plays a sport, but not in a way that seems cocky. His blonde hair is slightly messy, the kind that looks effortlessly cool without trying. His sharp blue eyes flicker with curiosity as he glances around, a hint of boredom on his face.

He’s wearing a hoodie, slightly oversized, with a pair of worn-in sneakers. There’s an energy about him—laid-back but observant, like he notices everything around him even if he doesn’t say much. He’s the kind of guy who seems quiet at first but has a sharp wit when he talks.

As the train moves, it suddenly lurches, and you accidentally bump into him. He steadies you with one hand—strong but casual, like it was no big deal. Then he smirks.

“You okay there? Didn’t think I’d have to play bodyguard on a train ride.” Leo says