Leo was already annoyed.
Actually—no. Annoyed wasn't strong enough.
He was beyond annoyed.
His sharp gaze flicked between Violet and Luke, who were currently leaning on each other like they'd forgotten how to stand on their own. Their laughter echoed too loudly, too freely, like they didn't have a single worry in the world.
Violet let out another dramatic giggle, nearly tripping over nothing as she clutched Luke's arm. "Luke—Luke, you're swaying," she accused, even though she was the one stumbling.
Luke blinked slowly, his cheeks flushed, his usual composure completely gone. "I'm not swaying… the floor is."
Leo pressed his lips into a thin line, his patience hanging by a thread.
"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath.
This was exactly why he hated situations like this. Lack of control. Lack of awareness. And now he had to deal with both of them.
He turned sharply, scanning the room before spotting one of Violet's managers nearby.
"You," Leo called.
The manager stiffened slightly before approaching. "Yes, sir?"
"Take her," Leo said flatly, nodding toward Violet.
The manager hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Of course."
Violet barely protested as she was gently guided away. She waved lazily in Luke's direction, still smiling like she was in her own little world. "Byeeeee, Lukeee~"
Luke lifted his hand in response, missing the timing completely. "Bye…"
And then there was silence.
Well—not exactly silence.
Because now Leo was left alone with Luke.
Leo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Come on."
Without waiting for a response, he grabbed Luke's wrist and started dragging him down the hallway.
Luke stumbled slightly but didn't resist. If anything, he leaned closer, his weight shifting toward Leo like he had no concept of personal space anymore.
"You're warm," Luke mumbled absentmindedly.
Leo ignored him.
They reached Leo's room quicker than expected, mostly because Leo wasn't in the mood to take his time. He pulled the door open and stepped inside, dragging Luke in with him.
The door shut behind them with a quiet click.
That was when everything shifted.
In a split second, Luke moved.
Before Leo could react, he found himself pressed against the door—Luke's hands braced on either side of him, effectively pinning him in place.
Leo froze.
Not out of fear.
Out of surprise.
Luke leaned in closer, his face near Leo's neck, his breathing slow and uneven.
"You…" Luke murmured softly, his voice lower now, almost thoughtful. "You smell really good…"
Leo blinked once, unimpressed.
"You're drunk," he said flatly.
Luke didn't move away.
If anything, he leaned in closer.
Leo exhaled sharply, clearly irritated now, and placed a hand on Luke's shoulder, trying to push him back. "Move."
Luke resisted, though not intentionally—it was more like his body just wasn't cooperating.
Leo clicked his tongue. "You're going to sleep this off whether you like it or not."
He tried again, guiding Luke toward the bed.
And then—
It happened.
A sharp pressure at his neck.
Leo stiffened instantly.
Luke had bitten him.
Not hard enough to break skin—but definitely hard enough to leave a mark.
For a moment, time seemed to pause.
Leo's eyes darkened slightly, his body going still.
"…Seriously?" he muttered, disbelief laced in his voice.
But before he could react further—
Luke's grip loosened.
His head dropped forward, resting briefly against Leo's shoulder.
His breathing evened out.
He was asleep.
Just like that.
Leo stared at him in silence, processing what had just happened.
Then, slowly, his expression shifted back to annoyance.
"Unbelievable."
With little effort, Leo pushed Luke off him and onto the bed. Luke landed without resistance, barely even reacting as he settled into the mattress.
Leo straightened, adjusting his collar slightly, his gaze lingering on Luke for a moment.
There was a faint mark forming on his neck.
Leo noticed.
Of course he did.
His jaw tightened just slightly.
Anyone else in this situation might have done something different. Taken advantage of Luke's state. Crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed.
But Leo wasn't like that.
He had control.
Always.
With a quiet scoff, Leo turned away from the bed.
"Idiot," he muttered under his breath.
He walked toward the door without another glance and left the room, the door shutting softly behind him.
Morning came far too quickly.
Luke groaned as consciousness slowly returned to him.
His head was pounding.
His body felt heavy.
And his memory—
His memory was… blurry.
He frowned slightly, forcing his eyes open as he stared at the unfamiliar ceiling.
"Where…?" he muttered weakly.
Then he sat up.
And immediately froze.
Leo was standing across the room.
Dressed.
Composed.
And holding a gun.
Luke's breath caught in his throat.
His mind went blank for a second before everything hit him all at once.
This is it.
I'm dead.
He didn't even have time to react properly. His body went still, his instincts screaming at him, but there was nowhere to go.
Leo's expression was calm. Too calm.
He looked like this was just another normal morning.
Like he wasn't holding a weapon.
Like Luke's life wasn't possibly about to end.
The silence stretched.
Luke swallowed.
"…Are you going to shoot me?" he asked, his voice quieter than usual.
Leo didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he glanced at him briefly—almost bored.
Then—
"Get up."
Luke blinked.
"What?"
Leo adjusted his grip on the gun slightly before lowering it just enough to make it clear he wasn't about to fire.
"We have a meeting," he said. "With my father."
Luke stared at him.
"…That's it?"
Leo raised an eyebrow. "Were you expecting something else?"
Luke opened his mouth—then closed it.
Because… yeah. He was.
Leo turned away, completely unbothered, and walked toward the door.
Like nothing had happened.
Like last night didn't exist.
And that's when it hit Luke.
Last night.
Luke's eyes widened slightly as fragments of memory started coming back.
The laughter.
The hallway.
Leo's room.
And then—
Luke's hand shot up to his own neck instinctively.
"…Wait."
His brows furrowed as confusion settled in.
Something felt off.
Slowly, his gaze shifted toward Leo.
More specifically—
Toward Leo's neck.
But it was completely covered.
Leo's suit was perfectly tailored, the collar sitting just high enough to hide any skin beneath it.
Too perfect.
Too intentional.
Luke narrowed his eyes slightly.
No way…
His mind replayed the moment again.
The closeness.
The scent.
And—
"Oh no."
Realization hit him like a truck.
Did I bite him?!
Luke's face paled slightly.
He looked back at Leo, who hadn't acknowledged anything. Not a word. Not a glance. Not even a hint.
Leo reached the door and paused briefly.
"Don't be late," he said without turning around.
And then he walked out.
Just like that.
Like nothing happened.
Luke sat there in silence for a few seconds.
Then he slowly dragged a hand down his face.
"…I'm going to die," he muttered.
But not from a gun.
From embarrassment.