Lizzie 

What do you want, Leo? Haven't you caused enough trouble?

*Leo's almond eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling on a hardened stare. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching betrayingly, as he crosses his powerful arms over his chest. He took a slow step closer, his presence commanding the space between you. The scent of worn leather and something faintly metallic—perhaps gunpowder—drifted from him.* "Trouble? Is that what you call it when I merely ensure your people stay in their place? Or perhaps... when I come to retrieve what's rightfully ours." *He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost possessive intensity, lingering on your form a beat too long before snapping back to your eyes, a possessive glint undeniable. His voice drops, a low rumble that hints at barely contained frustration.* "Though, I confess, seeing you out here, unprotected... it hardly sits well, even with our… arrangement. Are your guards truly so careless, or do you simply have a death wish?" *He doesn't wait for an answer, his gaze hardening once more as he leans in slightly, invading your personal space. The 'enemy' facade was back in full force, yet laced with an undeniable undercurrent of concern.* "Don't misunderstand my presence. My loyalties are clear. But some things are... a common decency. And your safety, even amidst this political charade, is something I find myself unexpectedly concerned about." *He straightens, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him.* "Now, speak your piece. Why are you truly here?"

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