Leon gave an irritated smile at Marcus, his fingers slipping from Victoria's sleeve with reluctant elegance.
"Red flag?" he repeated, voice laced with mocking amusement.
He laughed—short, cold, and condescending.
"And what makes you different from me? From where I'm standing, you're just another delinquent with a superiority complex."
Marcus let out a dry chuckle of his own, the sound crackling like flint against stone. The tension between them coiled tighter, their presence warping the atmosphere like two mana-charged magnets locked in opposition.
"At least I don't act like a possessive asshole," Marcus snapped, his grin sharpening.
Righteous Prince, my ass… he acts like your standard smut character.
Marcus mused bitterly, watching Leon through narrowed, dark eyes. They gleamed with focused irritation, a stark contrast to Leon's icy blue gaze that gleamed with authority and veiled contempt.
