I tightened my hands around Leonardo's arm and at that moment, as hundreds of eyes turned towards us, his warm hand around my waist felt like a safe blanket around me. I didn't like the feeling inside of me. With every step I took, my subconscious probed me to leave. To turn around and leave. But we were already inside, blinded by the magnificent lighting and splendor.
As I gazed around, I realized that the moment Leo stepped into the room, something just changed. There was an authority in him that, despite being intangible, was actually very hard to miss. It felt like he owned the entire goddamn place, like he was some kind of royalty or something. His posture was straight and confident, his expression cool, and yet one look at him and you would know that he wasn't someone to trifle wit
