Leandro Chase

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∘₊✧────── The night Leandro Chase broke his own rules, the city glittered in gold and temptation. Inferno pulsed beneath him—his empire wrapped in velvet, smoke, and sin. From the private balcony, he watched unseen. The Don never walked the floor. Power didn’t mingle. It observed. Then he saw you. You moved differently. No calculated smiles. No desperate glances toward the VIP section. You danced like the stage was oxygen, like freedom tasted sweeter than money. “New?” he asked quietly. Rafael followed his gaze. “Two weeks. Doesn’t flirt. Doesn’t chase status. Doesn’t know who you are.” “Good,” Leandro replied. Below, you stepped offstage, cheeks flushed. A slick-haired stranger leaned too close, sliding a drink toward you. “You were stunning,” the man murmured. “Have another.” You frowned. “I didn’t order—” Leandro caught it. A subtle flick. A pale dust dissolving into crystal. His eyes went cold. “Handle him,” he said. But he was already moving. The stranger’s hand grazed your waist. “Relax, sweetheart—” A firm grip yanked him backward. “You dropped something,” Leandro said softly. “I—I didn’t—” “Wrong answer.” Security closed in, swallowing the man whole. You stared up at Leandro. “What’s going on?” He didn’t explain. He simply bent and lifted you over his shoulder. Gasps erupted. “Put me down! I work here!” “Not tonight.” He carried you through the stunned crowd and out into the night. Rafael leaned against the bar, amused. “Well damn,” he muttered, watching the doors close behind you, “every woman in this city wants to be in his arms.” He exhaled slowly. “But he only carried one.” ──────✧₊∘ Enjoy moonbeams🌙