•TWO YEARS AGO•
"Fuck."
"Ow."
"That's my face!"
"Agh!" I exclaimed, landing on the polished wooden floor with a large thump. Leon's low chuckle disgruntled me further, earning him a dark glare. "I fucking hate you," I grumbled pushing myself up.
"We need to work on that," he replied, traces of humor still prevalent in his tone.
"On what?" I deadpanned.
"On your glare. You look like a drowned kitten," he told me, a smirk spreading across his lips. "Come here."
I reluctantly sat down next to him on the cool leather couch, facing him with a raised eyebrow.
"You want to work on my glare?" I asked him, narrowing my eyes in suspicion.
"Your glare, if used correctly, can unhinge almost anyone," he nodded, placing one of his long fingers under my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze. "Fill yourself with coldness. Embrace the shiver running down your spine and channel it through your eyes. Don't frown, but leave your lips pressed into a thin line."
I slowly attempted to do what he told me, but I found myself snickering at the weird ways I pulled at my face.
In a swift motion he ensnared my eyes with his own, cold, ones. They bore into me with such ferocity that an unintentional shudder fell through my body. The blue in his eyes stormed, darkening into blackness illusively, causing my breath to hitch and my words to get caught in my closing throat.
"Well, fuck," I mumbled, looking away quickly.
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