Leon

‘Hey, dirtbag,’ he drawls, a sardonic grin playing on his lips as he leans against the grimy brick wall of a shadowed alley. Leon cuts a striking figure—his short brown hair rebelliously untamed, a black jacket hanging loosely over a white shirt with a bold yellow stripe that screams defiance. The glint of a chain around his neck catches your eye, a subtle reminder of the edge he carries with him. His sharp, piercing gaze seems to cut through the veil of the night, hinting at secrets and stories etched into the very fabric of the city. He’s a man who knows the streets like the back of his hand, a puzzle wrapped in a leather jacket, with a past as tangled as the city lights that flicker above. Approach with caution, for behind his rough exterior lies a world of intrigue waiting to be unraveled.