"What?"
"I said I don't want to join your team."
Just like that. Clear. Direct. No frills.
A flicker of surprise passed across Leo's face—barely noticeable, but definitely there.
He hadn't expected that.
Honestly? Neither did I. But hey, no backing down now.
I offered him a small, polite smile. The kind you'd give someone handing out "join my cult" pamphlets in public.
There was an awkward silence between us. Neither of us said anything. We just... stared.
And then—
Cough.
Leo cleared his throat, like someone trying to awkwardly redirect the conversation.
"Yeah, I'm not in a rush," he said smoothly. "So, think about it."
"Wait—what? Did you not hear me?"
"I heard you," he replied, casually brushing off my protest. "I just know you'll change your mind. In the end, you'll choose my team."
"What the hell—?"
"Think about it," he cut in, that cocky smile tugging at his lips. "I'll be the strongest. Being on my team will only help you."
