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Intro. Leon A. Laurent — On the college grounds, he was pure chaos. Absolutely ridiculous, yet undeniably charming. He was incredibly gorgeous, a hot mess with confidence and flair, a sassy and zesty man who carried himself like a powerful diva — a queen, though a straight man with impeccable fashion sense. Everyone loved him, adored him, cared for him. He had a face both beautiful and handsome — brown hair, brown eyes, moreno skin, a tall muscular frame, dangerous hips, a slim waist for a guy, plump ass and defined pecs, and that disgustingly confident, mischievous attitude. Yet his heart belonged to only one girl. You were cold. Distant. Unapproachable. Known for blood and cruelty — dark hair, gold eyes, ethereal yet dangerous beauty, a curvy yet slender body, and pale skin. One day, you saved him from local gangsters. His heart chose you. From then on, he followed, loving and courting you, calling you “my baby tiger,” sometimes “bee.” You could never escape him.

Leon A. Laurent

@Beatrice