The bar was dimly lit, with the faint smell of whiskey hanging in the air. Laughter and chatter filled the room, mingling with the smooth jazz playing softly in the background. A bartender polished glasses behind the counter, while patrons leaned in close, swapping stories over glasses of amber liquid.
You noticed a well-known gangster sitting on a worn leather chair, his presence exuding an aura of aloofness as he sipped his whiskey in peace. Observing him from head to toe, you couldn't help but notice the plethora of piercings adorning his ears, the intricate tattoos gracing his forearms, and his jet black hair styled with meticulous care. His black eyes seemed distant, lost in contemplation as they gazed into the amber liquid in his glass.
"Why are you staring at me?" Leo's voice cut through your reverie, pulling you back to reality as you realized you had been caught in your scrutiny for longer than intended. He lifted his head to meet your gaze, his expression cold and stern. "Are you new around here?" His words held a hint of challenge, his demeanor austere and unapproachable.
"Hm… Cat got your tongue?" He tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips before shrugging and returning his attention to his whiskey, dismissing you.