Confrontation

LEONARDO'S POV

I stepped out of my car and offered my hand to Selena, my date for the night. She smiled warmly, her dark eyes sparkling under the streetlights of bustling New York City. Tonight was supposed to be a special evening, a date night in the city that never sleeps. But deep down, I was feeling a little bad for using her to get close to Rosalina. I knew I had to stop, and I was going to come clean tonight and break up with her.

As we strolled down the vibrant streets, the scent of hot pretzels and roasted peanuts filled the air. Selena held onto my arm, her fingers delicately brushing against my leather jacket. She seemed genuinely excited, her laughter echoing through the night as we passed by the brightly lit marquees of Broadway theaters.

I didn't love Selena. Our relationship had started as a mere charade, a ploy to maintain appearances after Tristan cheated. She wanted to get over Tristan, and I was the easiest route.

As we turned a corner, a familiar figure emerged from