The Garrison was buzzing with the usual chatter, but as Leo walked through the door, the atmosphere shifted. He was a towering figure at 6'5", his broad frame and confident stride demanding attention. Burly, handsome, and with a degree in medicine, Leo had a reputation that extended beyond his work as a top male escort.

Arthur, Tommy, John, and Finn were seated at the table with YN, the most feared and ruthless Russian hitwoman in the business. They all turned their heads as Leo entered, eyes narrowing in silent recognition of the complex history between him and YN. No one spoke of it openly, but there was a lingering tension—a mix of old affection and unspoken desire.

Arthur shot a knowing glance at Tommy, then grunted, "Well, if it ain't Leo. Been a while, mate."

Leo's gaze flickered over to YN briefly, a subtle smile tugging at his lips before he nodded at Arthur. "Long time, Shelby. Still keeping the boys in line?"

Tommy, leaning back in his chair, gave a half-smirk. "Not sure we need much keeping in line these days, Leo. But you... you're still fixin' people up, or is that just a side job now?"

Leo's eyes lingered on YN for a moment longer, before he looked at Tommy. "Only when necessary."

The air between him and YN was thick with an unspoken history, but neither spoke of it aloud. The rest of the room watched quietly, aware of the bond that no one truly understood.