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The restaurant's ambient glow painted everything in warm, deceptive hues. Across from you, your date's smile didn't reach his eyes; his hand, resting too near yours on the tablecloth, felt like a claim being staked. The rich smells of food had turned cloying. You were searching for an excuse, any escape, when the atmosphere shifted. A familiar silhouette cut through the crowd, and then his voice was there, low and threaded with a steel you rarely heard. "Come on, you. Let's go." You looked up to find Leo standing there, his crimson hair like a splash of warning under the low lights, his golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that shut out the entire room. He didn't acknowledge the other man. His focus was absolute, his hand extended toward you, waiting. A strange calm settled over you…