Home Is a Battlefield

Leon kicked off his boots at the door of his father’s mansion, a scowl already brewing across his face. The place smelled of fresh flowers, expensive wood polish, and **everything he hated about his life**.

“Late again?” a smooth voice cut through the silence.

Leon froze. Stepmom. Veronica. Perfect hair, perfect nails, perfect tone dripping with fake sweetness.

“I was studying,” Leon shot back, voice flat, refusing to look at her.

She lifted an eyebrow. “Studying? You barely pass your classes. Don’t lie to me, Leon.”

From the living room came a giggle. His stepsister, Marissa, twirling in her designer dress, eyes glinting with malice. “Daddy would be so disappointed if he knew how much of a failure you are, stepbro.”

Leon clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. “I don’t give a fuck what he thinks.”

Veronica’s lips curled. “You should. Especially if you want to keep whatever scraps of dignity you think you have.”

His father, oblivious, entered the room holding a briefcase, looking more focused on some business letter than his own son. “Leon, did you take your medication?”

Leon’s teeth ground. His father had **never known he was an omega**—his mother had kept it secret, protecting him from everyone. Now, with Veronica in the house, the dynamics felt suffocating. He swallowed the urge to scream and stormed out, muttering under his breath.

“Pathetic,” Marissa called after him.

Outside, Leon lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag, letting the smoke curl around his face. Theo leaned against the fence, watching silently, while Riku sprawled on the grass, chewing his nails.

“You okay, boss?” Riku asked.

Leon exhaled slowly, voice low. “No. But that’s… normal.”

Theo nudged him. “You don’t have to take their shit. Ever. Remember that.”

Leon smirked despite himself. “Yeah. I know. But damn, they’re relentless.”

Meanwhile, miles away, Enzo was pacing in a dimly lit office above one of his family’s warehouses. Cassian was perched on a chair, reading a file lazily, while Damian and Adrian lounged nearby, each sipping coffee like they owned the world.

Enzo’s mind kept drifting back to **Leon Veyra**. The boy’s defiance, his smirk, the way he didn’t flinch in a fight…

“He’s hiding something,” Enzo murmured.

Cassian tilted his head. “Could be arrogance. Or stupidity. You’ve seen both before.”

“No,” Enzo said firmly. “There’s more. Something he’s not showing anyone. Something dangerous… or delicious.”

Damian scoffed. “Delicious? Are you seriously thinking about the kid already?”

Enzo didn’t answer. His silver eyes were sharp, almost hungry, fixed on some point in the distance, imagining the next time he’d **see that smirk, that fire, that chaos in his eyes.**

And he realized… he was **intrigued**. Not just curious. Something else, something he didn’t want to admit yet.

Back at Leon’s neighborhood, the evening came with a chill. Leon lit another cigarette, thinking about **the fight at school, the step-family bullshit, and Enzo D’Amato**—the white-haired enigma whose presence still clawed at him, even though he hated the guy.

“Fuck,” Leon muttered, flicking ash to the wind. “Why does he even matter?”

Theo nudged him again. “Because he’s not like the rest of the assholes, boss.”

Leon grunted. “Yeah. That’s the fucking problem.”

And in that quiet moment, beneath the smoke and fading sun, **two storms were slowly circling each other**, neither willing to give ground, both unaware that their paths were about to collide far beyond the schoolyard.

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