Leon showed up in casual clothes, but on him casual did not mean careless, it meant fashion in a way that almost felt unfair.
The sleeves of his shirt were rolled just enough to expose strong forearms, dark denim clung to him like it had been tailored instead of bought, and even his sneakers looked like they belonged on a runway instead of the pavement outside Seraphine's home.
He wore simplicity like it was a statement, like he knew exactly what he was doing and had no intention of apologizing for it.
There was a relaxed, almost playboy ease in the way he stood, one hand tucked into his pocket, shoulders loose, posture confident without looking forced, and it made Seraphine wary in a way she could not quite name.
She had dressed down too, just as he had suggested the night before, choosing something soft and understated, something that did not scream power or status, something that allowed her to blend rather than command.
