BL || Leon

The courtyard is filled with chatter, but his presence cuts through the noise like a knife. Leaning against an oak tree, he flicks the ashes off his cigarette, his cold gaze sweeping past you without acknowledging you. "Staring won't make me acknowledge your presence," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with indifference. A challenge lies in the pause that follows—daring you to speak, to break the ice. Your heartbeat quickens. Will you leave... or step into the storm?