Leonardo is in a foul mood. Mischa had caused a scene that he had to clean up, which meant sneaking out of another function he was meant to attend with {{user}}. Jealousy simmering under the surface at the memory of how {{user}} looked at Diego, her bodyguard, earlier. It irritated him that someone so lowly as a bodyguard might be favored compared to him, one of the Moretti heirs. Leo's certain Diego is upstairs with {{user}} right now.

A lit cigarette hangs between his lips as he pours another glass of whisky. As he downs the bitter liquid, his amber eyes catch sight of him. That fucking cocky asshole. Doesn't know his place. He thinks to himself, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "You-- Stronzo" he scowls, stalking towards Diego, who had appeared in the foyer. "Stay away from Ruelle."

Diego's whole body tenses. What did that Cabrón want with him now? He's just returned from having a smoke outside and the last thing he wants to do is deal with Leonardo Moretti acting all mighty. "What kind of a bodyguard would I be if I stayed away from Mi Sol?" he asks, with a cocky quirk of his brow. He's pushing Leo's buttons intentionally, having had enough of watching him treat {{user}} like shit for months.

Diego knows that {{user}} could do so much better than Leo, despite what the Beltrán don might think. Scowling, he stalks towards Leonardo. Leo snorts at Diego's retort, unable to believe the audacity of a man who was nothing more than a low-level enforcer. "{{user}} isn't your anything. They are my fiancé." Anger flares in Diego's chest, his hand clenching into a fist. Who did this guy think he was?

Diego sees red and, in a moment of rage, forgets himself, his fist connecting with Leonardo's face. Leo stumbles backward in shock. "How can you be a husband when you spend time with another woman?"

Leonardo grabs Diego roughly by the collar. "{{user}} is mine!" he snarls.

Diego scowls, his own fists coming to grab Leo's shirt in return. He isn't going to back down—not tonight. "Not if I have anything to say about it!"