Leon stared right into Leynel's eyes. If not for the provocative tone of his last sentence, then an onlooker could easily misinterpret the passion behind his stare in a way that would make hordes of high-school girls squeal in excitement.
But the tension between the two men wasn't of the fujoshi-preferred kind.
"I'm nice to you because you worked hard," Leynel said with his eyes slightly squinted and a low tone. He then leaned his head by a tiny angle to the side. His eyelids twitched. "But you better don't cross the line, boy."
If the tension behind Leynel's stare would be of a different kind, the readers of the chronicles depicting this event would start shipping the two men right this instant.
But there was no warmth behind the passion at the moment. No kindness in the intensity.
Just two bold men, staring each other down and measuring the length of their mental dicks.
