Leonel made himself comfortable like he'd lived there all along. He dropped onto the couch right next to Aiden, but angled his body so he was facing Cassian. His arm rested lazily along the backrest, fingers tapping idly while his gaze sharp, focused, and entirely too confident locked onto Cassian.
Cassian, sitting cross-legged on the opposite chair, looked up just as Leonel tilted his head slightly, meeting his eyes. For a long, unguarded second, neither of them moved.
The air between them shifted thick, quiet, and weirdly heavy. Cassian could practically feel the weight of Leonel's stare, like it was burning straight through his skin. His throat went dry.
Leonel's lips quirked up, slow and deliberate.
Cassian's stomach flipped.
He blinked rapidly, breaking eye contact like it physically hurt to hold it. "W-what?" he mumbled, pretending to busy himself with straightening the corner of a magazine on the coffee table.
Leonel only shrugged. "Nothing. Just thinking."
