Novel & Cerita Leo Valdez Aesthetic

My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked. Leo moves like a pure viking berserker. Heavy, hard, all brutal strength and zero finesse. Every punch he throws is loud enough to shake bark loose from the trees. His back is carved from granite and another wicked scar slashes over one shoulder that makes me want to ask how he got it and kiss it at the same time. His thick, messy braid swings when he moves. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, flashing the promise of a V-line that could lead nations.

Despite my best efforts to ignore them, I couldn't help but glance at a few. [Is this guy crazy? Does he not realize his wife could literally bury him in money?] [Leo is ambitious and hardworking, but a piece of shit on top of Mount Everest is still just shit, not admirable or deserving of sympathy.] [Elisa isn't any better. She looks like the quintessential bitch. Who knows how many husbands she's slept with?] [It's so strange. In previous interviews, Hailey Aesthete seemed like a strong person. How could she let her husband and a bitch humiliate her at her own Gala?]

He stood just over six feet tall, with the body like a Greek God. In the month she had been working here, Leila had learned to tell the Valdez twins apart by their mannerism, clothing, and Zanna was never without a rosary around her neck. They were both beautiful with light mocha colored skin that Leila would never achieve even if she spent the rest of life in the sunlight, large almond shaped brown eyes, curly black/brown hair, and perfectly straight noses with a light smattering of attractive freckles. They both were thin with seemingly unproportioned large chests and asses in comparisons to their skinny frames.

Clara adjusted her glasses for the tenth time, staring at the color-coded spreadsheet glowing on her laptop screen. The corporate gala was in forty-eight hours. Four hundred guests. A five-tier dessert tower that had to be perfect, elegant, I*******m-worthy, and allergen-free. Her original baker had bailed yesterday with food poisoning, leaving her with a last-minute replacement recommended by a desperate colleague. Leo Valdez. She’d seen his I*******m: flour-dusted tattoos, crooked grin, and chaotic kitchen videos where he danced while kneading dough. Not exactly the precision she needed.

He would get pissed if she’d say no or in all reality wasn’t ok with being taken advantage of and quiet honestly knew she deserved better, but could not help it. She made the mistake of staying in the place that she had with Taurus and didn’t think he’d show his face there again after not seeing him for months. Leo got wind of this and despite what Capri could say or do to prove that they were in-fact not together leo was pissed and send Capri a text message with a ton of bullshit that it was over. All he did during their time together was hang out with his friends that always seemed to be at his apartment bumming at his house on his couch. They would rudely barge into the room asking if the

I thought they were yet to arrive. I said a quick hello to them as a group not having the energy to greet them individually. "Is this her?" One of them asked with a wry smile. "Yes. The only daughter of Elvado Lopez." Leo's mother answered. "Hmm interesting." One of them said. "Leo sure has interesting taste." Another one with heavy makeup said, eyeing me. Yet another one of them with talon-like nails concurred, "Indeed. I did not expect such from him."

"You know, you don't have to unleash your ‘I’m-going-through-the-worst-kind-of-pure-unadulterated-suffering’ look," Valeria says lightheartedly. "You'll be fine, Cara.” "No, I won't." I shake my head vigorously to send the point home. “Leone is a fucking psycho. Look, I know it's not all that obvious and not a lot of people will agree with me on this ‘cause at face value he looks so sane but the man is truly messed up.”