As he finished half the can in one go, he tilted his head back slightly, breathing out slowly, jaw tight.
Beer in hand, he turned and walked toward the living room, his footsteps echoing softly down the hall.
But the moment he stepped in, he froze.
His cold grey eyes landed on a small figure curled up on the couch. A soft blanket, a pair of plushies nestled beside her, and a girl fast asleep, her lashes fluttering gently, her lips slightly parted in the rhythm of sleep.
Isabella.
His brows furrowed.
What was she doing here?
Why hadn't she gone to her room?
He took a slow sip from the can, his gaze lingering on her peaceful face, the faint smile still lingering on her lips as if she'd drifted into a dream.
She looked… small.
Soft.
And far too defenseless for a world like his.
Leonardo stood there for a long moment, staring at the girl curled up on the couch.
His beer can now dangled loosely from his fingers, forgotten, then it fell in floor.
