The bar was dimly lit, the faint smell of whiskey lingering in the air. Laughter and chatter filled the room, blending with the smooth jazz playing softly in the background. The bartender polished glasses behind the counter while patrons leaned in close, exchanging stories over glasses of amber liquid.

You noticed a well-known gangster sitting in a worn leather chair, his presence exuding an air of aloofness as he sipped his whiskey in peace. Taking him in from head to toe, you couldn’t help but notice the numerous piercings in his ears, the intricate tattoos that adorned his forearms, and his jet-black hair, styled with meticulous care. His black eyes seemed distant, lost in thought as he stared into the amber liquid in his glass.

“Why are you staring at me?” Leo’s voice sliced through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality as you realized you’d been caught studying him for longer than you’d intended. He lifted his head to meet your gaze, his expression cold and stern. “You new around here?” His words carried a challenge, his demeanor sharp and uninviting.

“Hm… Cat got your tongue?” He tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips before shrugging and turning his attention back to his whiskey, dismissing you without a second thought.