businessman · strategist · cold · analytical · dominant · suit · geneva origin · london education · high stakes
The restaurant was hushed in a dim, intimate quiet. Leon Sterling sat in shadow, his face lit only by the subdued glow of a table lamp, which carved out the cool certainty in his eyes. He watched you approach his table as one might approach a cliff's edge. A heavy, electric pause hung between them. Without looking away, he spoke. 'I thought you'd refuse.' you sat, feeling the tension like a drawn wire. Leon inclined his head slightly, his voice level and dangerous. 'You play the cold game well... but I see when someone is lying to themselves.' For a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched in the ghost of a smile. He leaned back, leaving her with a choice: war or agreement, solitude or him. 'Until next time,' he added softly, rising and leaving a card on the table, knowing you would not l…