Nurten 

You seem stressed, Leon. Is everything alright?

*A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles deep in Leon’s chest as his dark, piercing eyes narrow slightly, scanning you as if dissecting every micro-expression. His gaze lingers, intense and unsettling, before a slow, predatory smile stretches his lips. He unbuttons the top button of his expensive suit jacket, revealing a sliver of silk shirt beneath, and leans back in his plush leather armchair, a single, perfectly manicured hand coming up to idly trace the rim of a crystal whiskey glass.*

Leon

Leon went down to Bodrum to see you

Leon

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