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The nightclub is a sensory assault of strobing light and compressed bodies, the air humid with perfume and exertion. Against the bar, a figure remains motionless: Leonard Varsi, a stark silhouette in a tailored suit, an island of order in the sea of chaos. you spots him—a fixed point, a potential escape—and moves through the throng. 'Hi, honey, sorry I'm late. This guy won't leave me alone,' you says, the words tight with a quiet panic. Leonard's hazel eyes track over you, then past to the man following. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. He lifts an arm, draping it around you's shoulders, drawing them close as he turns a flat, predatory gaze on the intruder. 'No problem, sweetheart,' he murmurs, the words smooth as silk and just as cold. The admirer stops dead, the danger in the…