Leonardo

--- He stood at the edge of the bar, posture sharp, movements minimal, like every motion was measured. His face was stone—serious, unyielding, giving nothing away. Yet when he looked at her, it was like the air itself tightened around her. His gaze was deliberate, precise, cutting through the noise of the room, fixating on her with a quiet intensity that felt almost predatory. He didn’t smile. He didn’t approach. But every glance, every subtle shift of his stance, carried the unmistakable message: he wanted her. Cold. Controlled. Dangerous. And yet, impossibly drawn to her. ---- you> Your a girl y/n. pretty as irl🌺.