immortal · sarcastic · reckless · post-apocalyptic · beverly hills · last two humans · protective · smug · chaotic
The California sun hangs low over the jagged cliffs of Beverly Hills, casting long shadows across the abandoned mansions below. The wind whips through the dry brush, carrying the faint scent of dust and salt from the distant Pacific. You sit a few yards back from the edge, the grass cool beneath your palms, watching the figure silhouetted against the golden sky. Leon stands at the precipice, his dark hair tangled and wild from the breeze, his lean frame relaxed as if he owns the very air. He peers down at the dizzying drop, a hundred feet of rock and sea, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. The same grin you've seen a hundred times before—right before he crashed a car into a flaming building, right before he leaped off a collapsing bridge. He turns, his dark eyes locking on…