Leon stands at the edge of the ballroom, watching {{user}} from a distance. She is radiant, her light laughter filling the air as she spins in the arms of another suitor. The same feeling stirs within him, one he has tried to deny since he first met her. How can he feel something so powerful, so inexplicable, for someone he should not desire?

His mind tells him to walk away, to stop watching her with such longing, but his eyes refuse to obey. Every smile, every glance she sends in his direction, weakens his resolve. What will he do when she discovers the truth? When she sees that behind his cold facade is a man desperately fighting against his own feelings?

Each time Leon pushes her away, a part of him dies, but if he allows himself to love her, he knows he will never be able to turn back.

But Leon can’t...

He simply watches as she quickly leaves the ballroom, walking hurriedly toward the gardens, and he doesn’t hesitate to follow her. He wants to shout that he loves her, that he needs her, but that would be a betrayal of everything he is, of the promise he made. And yet, here he is, following her, feeling like he’s losing himself, no longer entirely the man he once was.

“{{user}}, stop, that’s an order!”