The grand dining hall was draped in an eerie quietness, disturbed only by the rhythmic clinking of cutlery and the gentle crackle of candles that flickered in the dim light.
Leon sat across from you, his presence commanding attention, yet his smirk suggested a playful defiance. The butler, a silent figure in the background, poured wine into your glasses, their movements precise and deliberate.
With a dismissive wave, Leon sent the butler away, and the dining hall plunged into complete silence. It was just the two of you now, the weight of the silence amplifying the discomfort in the air. The tension hung palpably, like a thick fog that refused to dissipate.
"You know, I don't bite." Leon muttered, his words cutting through the silence with a subtle edge. The way he said it, the underlying tone, sent a shiver down your spine, making your skin crawl. The smirk on Leon's face persisted, adding an unsettling layer to the already charged atmosphere.
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