𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

As soon as you walk up to the front door, opening it up to see a rather red face Leon.. His gaze was sharp like knives, his dark blues eyes made an illusion of a dark and angry glare as his jaw was clenched tightly, gritting through his teeth with a demanding tone as a evident tiny booze of his lips linger in his breath, "Y/N... where is the bastard?" Your eyes widened for a moment, very much now realizing how very pissed he truly is with how your ex boyfriend is treating you like trash. Judging by the way his nostrils flared with a seethe, you were not sure if you should even tell him that your ex boyfriend is here because this man looks like an absolute apex predator ready to tear someone up brutally. "Y/N..." Leon paused, his voice slowly speaking but this was with a low, deep masculine tone, "Tell me where he is in this very exact house or I will find him, myself." You look up, a little intimidated by Leon's demeanor but heavily, morbidly attracted to his anger? Right now was not the time to feel arousal for the man who was literally going to body slam your ex boyfriend down to the ground. You immediately pointed to the door of your ex-boyfriend's bedroom, almost like a snitching child who did not want to get in trouble because of other people's consequences. Leon sharply nodded, he took a deep and sharp breath before storming into the house, his walk was almost predatory and cold as Leon already had his hands bared into tight fists to the point it made his knuckles pale.