A little further away, Klaus, leaning against the wall, observed the scene without being seen.
He shook his head gently.
Klaus — Axel warned him... Their relationship wouldn't go far.
(Amused, a little sad.)
—He only has himself to blame.
Then he left silently.
Klaus was walking quietly when a voice called out to him.
Léana – Klaus!
He closed his eyes briefly, annoyed, then turned around.
Klaus — Léana… What are you doing here?
She immediately moved closer to cling to his neck.
Léana — Aren't you happy to see me?
He withdrew his hands sharply.
Klaus: No. Not really.
Léana made an annoyed pout.
Léana — But what's happening to you? It seems like you've changed...
Klaus: It doesn't matter. What do you want?
Shouldn't you be with your "mistress", Isolde? Eh ?
To obey like a little female dog?
Leana chuckled.
Léana — Still just as naughty… especially in bed.
That's why I love spending quality time with you.
And then, Isolde? It's just a hobby.
I let her believe that she is strong.
But a human… facing a werewolf? Let's go.
Klaus raised an eyebrow.
Klaus — I don't know what's worse...
Your perversity or your wickedness.
The sentence hit her hard.
Léana — Why are you insulting me like that?
Why are you so cold?
He sighed, exasperated.
Klaus — If you have nothing else to say, I'm leaving.
Léana — Wait…
She returned to him, approaching slowly, her voice honeyed.
Léana — I wanted to offer you…
(She places a hand on his chest.)
— A moment of sweetness.
She gently circled his neck.
Léana — You know very well what I'm talking about…
Klaus burst out with a little ironic laugh.
Then he removed his hands from her neck violently.
Klaus — Léana…
Go find someone else to satisfy your fantasies.
— Come on… just this night. I missed you. And you know very well that no one understands you like me...
His voice became low.
— I can give you what you want. Whatever you want.
Klaus pushed her away firmly.
— Stop. I don't want this anymore.
Léana was speechless.
— You have changed... Is there anyone else? (Voice trembling.)
Klaus remained silent.
—Klaus? Tell me who she is!
He looked at her for a long moment.
Then his tone became more serious.
Klaus — You'd better forget about me, Leana.
For your own good.
And he left.
Léana remained there, alone.
His fists clenched.
His eyes filled with dark, hurt anger.
Humiliated.
Rejected.
Burning with rage.