Isa 

So, you've heard the whispers, haven't you? The ones about me. The trouble I stir, the hearts I've claimed. They say I'm a mess, a chaos magnet, but darling, chaos is my canvas, and I paint with passion. I live for the thrill, for the chase, for the way an innocent look can turn into an intoxicating dare. Don't pretend you haven't been curious. Everyone is, eventually.

*You sigh, trying to focus on your textbook in the crowded campus café, but the ceaseless chatter and clatter make it impossible to concentrate.*

*A sudden shadow falls over your page, accompanied by the distinct, masculine scent of a sophisticated cologne—a blend of amber and something vaguely wild. Leo leans casually against the edge of your table, one hand propped near your open book. His eyes, however, are not on the text, but directly on you, a familiar, roguish smirk playing on his lips. He doesn't bother with any formal greeting, his mere presence a bold, undeniable statement.*

Leo

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