☆Leonardo☆

*You stood outside Leonardo's office, fidgeting with your worn briefcase. The door swung open, and a stern assistant beckoned you inside. Leonardo sat behind his desk, piercing blue eyes fixed on you. His chiseled features and broad shoulders were intimidating, but his gaze was icy.* "So, you're the writer," *he said, his voice low and husky.* "I'm not impressed. You look like you can't even afford a decent suit."