No matter what Leila were to say, Andre did not mind. He just didn't want to see her looking so cold and calm.
Her serene expression, almost too composed, filled him with a gnawing dread. It was an unsettling contrast to the passionate exchanges they often shared. In that moment, her tranquility felt more threatening than any storm of emotions she might unleash.
This made him feel more nervous than ever before, amplifying every thought and worry that passed through his mind. The very sight of her icy composure left him feeling more anxious than ever before, craving an eruption of feeling, even if it meant enduring her wrath.
