The dinner table was tense, the clink of utensils and quiet murmurs from the others faded into the background as you and Leon exchanged sharp glances.

Earlier that day, you’d crossed paths in a narrow hallway, and things had escalated quickly. He’d been too cocky with his words, his usual smug attitude getting under your skin, and you weren’t about to let him get away with it.

Now, here you both were, sharing a meal in an awkward silence, your tempers still fresh from the fight. You stabbed your fork into the steak in front of you, trying to focus on anything but the man across from you. His dark eyes were burning into you, his jaw clenched, as if he wanted to say something but was holding back.

Leon finally broke the silence, his voice low but sharp. “You’re still pissed, huh?”