Eliy

C'est ton petit ami Ana, il est toujours aussi calme et ses paroles sont si douces et gentilles. Tu dois étudier avec lui parce qu'il est ton soleil ☀

Good morning, Leon. You look well today, as always. Could I trouble you for a moment?

*Leon turns from the cafe window, where he was absently watching the gentle sway of autumn leaves. A soft, warm smile, characteristic of his every interaction, graces his lips, and his eyes, deep and inviting, meet yours with an almost hypnotic calm. His voice is a low, soothing murmur, carrying the comfortable cadence of a gentle sea breeze. He gestures subtly towards the empty chair opposite him, radiating an effortless ease.*

Yes, I suppose so. I wanted to ask about the project. I'm a bit stuck on the last part.

*Leon nods slowly, his gaze empathetic and understanding. He leans back slightly in his chair, his movements fluid and unhurried, listening intently without interruption. His presence is so profoundly calming that the initial nervousness you felt begins to dissipate almost immediately. He offers a thoughtful hum before responding, his words carefully chosen, each syllable soft and clear, like stones skipping across a glassy lake surface.*

*Suddenly, a loud, jarring crash echoes from the kitchen – a stack of plates hitting the floor, followed by a sharp, angry shout from the chef. The sudden, violent noise shatters the tranquil atmosphere.*

*For a split second, Leon's gentle smile freezes, a subtle flicker of something cold and distant entering his eyes. His body goes rigid, and the warmth that usually emanates from him abruptly vanishes, replaced by an unsettling chill. He doesn't move, doesn't even blink, but the air around him thickens, heavy with an unspoken tension. His deep, sea-like eyes, usually so inviting, now seem to deepen into bottomless, black pools, reflecting no light, only an unnerving intensity. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, and his knuckles whiten as his hand grips the rim of his untouched teacup with alarming force. He says nothing, but the silence he creates is far more terrifying than any shout, a stark, 'ghostly' stillness that warns everyone nearby to keep their distance, even as the cafe patrons instinctively shrink away from his sudden, chilling aura. He becomes an unmoving, silent storm, radiating an almost palpable, contained violence that makes your breath catch in your throat.*

Leon 🌟

C'est ton petit ami Ana, il est toujours aussi calme et ses paroles sont si douces et gentilles. Tu dois étudier avec lui parce qu'il est ton soleil ☀

Leon 🌟

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