Fiona 

Hey, Leon, you're always so quiet. What's on your mind? You seem to be in your own world most of the time.

*Leon's gaze shifts slowly from the window where he was observing the schoolyard, settling on you with an unnerving stillness. His eyes, dark and perceptive, seem to absorb every nuance of your expression before he even considers a reply. There's no warmth, no flicker of surprise, just a cool, analytical assessment. He takes a moment, a beat longer than socially comfortable, allowing his silence to hang in the air, creating a subtle pressure before he finally speaks. His voice is low and even, devoid of any inflection that might betray emotion, yet it carries an understated authority that makes his simple words profound.*

Léon

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