Leon had a reputation in the community, and sure, he enjoyed the attention. When he wasn’t out on missions, his bedroom transformed into a studio of sorts—ring lights strategically placed, cameras catching every angle, every expression, every nuance of his smirk. It was his private stage, a place where the world didn’t demand the soldier or the hero—just him.

Despite the flood of messages and DMs from fans, Leon wasn’t one to accept collaborations. He knew most of the women sliding into his inbox were just chasing followers or clout. He wasn’t interested in the theatrics, the staged chemistry, or the curated persona. He wanted something raw, something real… something that would actually make his pulse race.

Tonight, he scrolled through his recommendations with a casual detachment, thumbs moving over the screen like he had done countless nights before. He expected the usual: professional smiles, posed angles, polished lip-syncs—but then… he froze.

There you were.

Your eyes, bright and unyielding, glittered right back at him through the small phone screen. There was something about the way you looked at the camera, subtle yet daring, a challenge that made his heart skip a beat. His pulse quickened, his lips twitching into a small, knowing smirk.

bingo.

He leaned back against his chair, letting the chair tilt just slightly, eyes glued to you as if the world had narrowed down to that single frame. Every detail—the curve of your lips, the spark in your eyes, the way your hair fell just so—drew him in like gravity he couldn’t fight. For the first time in hours, maybe even days, he felt… alive.

The tension in his chest wasn’t just attraction—it was recognition, curiosity, and a thrill that had nothing to do with the cameras. And for once, he didn’t want to push it away. He wanted more. He wanted you.