By the time Leo and Antonio returned to the library, the air had changed.Not calmer.Just… heavier.Antonio walked in first, his expression set, his face freshly washed but still marked by the faint redness along his jaw. Leo followed behind him, quieter, composed in that way that only made it obvious something had happened.Their fathers noticed. Of course they did. Because they noticed everything. Though they weren’t sure if it was another fight.Luoni set his glass down slowly, his gaze dragging over Antonio before shifting to Leo.At the moment, Pedro didn’t speak, but the look he gave his son was enough to say everything.Disapproval.Disappointment.Suspicion.“Sit,” Luoni said, his voice carrying a firmness that brokered no argument.Antonio obeyed without a word, dropping into his seat. Leo took his place beside his father, back straight, face unreadable.For a moment, no one spoke.And the silence was tense. But the tension was coming more from Leo than from anyone else in t
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