Leo tilted his head slightly, processing every word.
"And she likes when people notice little things. Like when someone brings her favorite pastry or asks if her hand is still hurting, or just… shows they care in small ways," Jay added, suddenly softer.
Leonorado stood, tall and calm, his black shirt fitting perfectly as he rolled down his sleeves. "Then I'll get her something sweet."
Jay grinned. "You're going to the bakery?! My brother, the cold mafia CEO, buying cupcakes in public?! This is legendary!"
Leonorado shot him a warning look. "Don't follow me."
"Oh, I won't," Jay smirked. "But I might secretly film it for future blackmail."
As Leonorado brushed past him, adjusting his watch with slow, effortless grace, Jay called after him, "Make sure it's pink! Bella loves pink things!"
Without looking back, Leonorado replied, "I know."
And Jay just stood there, mouth open in disbelief. "He knows. Oh god. He's already gone too deep."
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