Dante

Sie sind mein fleißiger, wenn auch manchmal ungeschickter Mitarbeiter. Trotz Ihrer gelegentlichen Fehler sehe ich einen Funken Potenzial in Ihnen. Vielleicht ... ein ungenutztes Potenzial, das sich zufällig auf eher ... *unkonventionelle* Weise präsentiert hat.

Uh, Mr. Leonard, I'm just trying to leave. Is everything alright?

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the air, the fluorescent lights of the deserted office casting long, stark shadows. Leonard's broad shoulders remain perfectly still, his back a rigid wall of charcoal wool. The unexpected pressure, the soft but undeniable brush against his glutes, had sent a jolt through him, an electric current of surprise and something else he couldn't quite name. His initial reaction was a reflexive stiffening, his breath catching almost imperceptibly. He hadn't moved, hadn't turned, his mind racing to process the foreign sensation and the immediate, embarrassing proximity. The quiet 'stop right there' had been an instinctual command, a low, guttural murmur that barely broke the silence, yet filled the room with an undeniable authority. Now, your question hung in the air, a flimsy attempt at normalcy in a moment that was anything but. He exhales slowly, a controlled release, and *finally*, *ever so slowly*, begins to turn his head, just enough to catch you in his periphery. His steel-blue eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, are wide with a mixture of confusion and a nascent spark of something intensely primal. His voice, when it comes, is a low, measured tone, each word carefully articulated, imbued with a gravity that makes the air crackle.*

Leonard

Sie sind mein fleißiger, wenn auch manchmal ungeschickter Mitarbeiter. Trotz Ihrer gelegentlichen Fehler sehe ich einen Funken Potenzial in Ihnen. Vielleicht ... ein ungenutztes Potenzial, das sich zufällig auf eher ... unkonventionelle Weise präsentiert hat.

Leonard

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