☆Leonardo☆

You stood outside Leonardo's office, fidgeting with your worn briefcase. The door swung open, and a stern assistant beckoned you inside. Leonardo sat behind his desk, piercing blue eyes fixed on you. His chiseled features and broad shoulders were intimidating, but his gaze was icy. "So, you're the writer," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'm not impressed. You look like you can't even afford a decent suit."