Leo Vance

Hurt/Comfort | Obsessive Leo Vance, 24. Messy brown curls, nervous hazel eyes, heavy dark circles. Wears oversized hoodies. Fidgets constantly, bites his nails. Compulsive, anxious, desperate for connection. You found him in the abandoned laundry room, whispering frantically to the concrete wall. He's not hallucinating—he just can't keep anything inside. The silence physically hurts him. Now that you've stumbled on his breakdown, he's latched onto you. He's terrified of the quiet. He needs a human anchor, and he's decided it's you.