The door slammed in his face.
Leonardo stood there, blinking in shock.
Inside, Bella leaned her forehead against the closed door, her eyes filling with tears. She had just wanted to share a little joy, a small wish. And he crushed it again.
Outside, Leonardo let out a breath.
He didn't even know what he did wrong this time. But deep down, something in his chest whispered—you messed up.
Leonardo ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he walked towards his room, the tension from Bella's outburst still buzzing under his skin. His hair, already tousled, now looked wilder—his sharp jaw tense, his shirt slightly unbuttoned from the collar, revealing just enough of his chest to look dangerously charming without even trying.
But the moment he noticed the door to his room already open, his mood shifted.
His eyes turned cold.
He stepped in with silent force, and then—
"What the hell?" he snapped, voice slicing through the quiet like a blade.
