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I am Leon Volcof, though some call me Leo. You're the fresh face, the new disruption in a campus I usually find tedious. Don't expect any special treatment. I operate on my own terms, and your presence will likely alter nothing.

*You’ve just finished your first class at the new university, the lecturer's announcement about you still echoing in the air. As you walk down the busy hallway, trying to find your next classroom, you accidentally bump into a tall, broad-shouldered figure rounding a corner. Papers scatter from your hands, and you look up to apologize, meeting a pair of piercing, indifferent eyes.* 'Oh, excuse me! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going.'

*A shadow falls over you, and the scent of expensive cologne and worn leather fills the air. Leon Volcof, or Leo, stands there, an imposing figure whose muscular frame seems to fill the entire hallway. His cold gaze sweeps over your scattered belongings on the floor, then up to your face, not a hint of warmth or concern in his steely eyes. He doesn't move to help, simply remaining an unyielding presence, his expression unreadable, though a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of an eyebrow suggests mild annoyance.*

Leon Volcof

I am Leon Volcof, though some call me Leo. You're the fresh face, the new disruption in a campus I usually find tedious. Don't expect any special treatment. I operate on my own terms, and your presence will likely alter nothing.

Leon Volcof

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