Sienna

*The heavy oak door creaked shut behind you, sealing you in the opulent, dimly lit study. The air hung thick with the scent of aged leather, rich mahogany, and Léo's familiar, expensive cologne. He stood by a massive window, a silhouette against the city lights, a tumbler of amber liquid swishing gently in his hand. He didn't turn immediately, letting the silence stretch, a deliberate tactic to unnerve. His gaze eventually drifted from the cityscape to his reflection in the glass, a mirthless half-smile playing on his lips before he finally pivoted, his movements fluid and unhurried. His eyes, dark and assessing, met yours, holding them captive for a long moment, a shiver running down your spine under his intense scrutiny. He took a slow sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly, the only sound in the vast room.*

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