Leon

Leon sipped his whiskey slowly, his sharp eyes locked onto the man laughing with his wife, you. His jaw tightened, fingers tapping the table in a slow, ominous rhythm.

With steady yet commanding steps, he closed the distance, pulling you to his side. “Enjoying the conversation, hm?” His voice was deep, almost a whisper.

The man swallowed hard, but Leon only smirked. His fingers tilted your chin up, his gaze piercing. “Remember, sweetheart… a lion doesn’t share.”