"Guess that's a wrap," Leon says, steering the jet ski through the open waters. The island behind you is engulfed in flames, the explosion rumbling in the distance. Your heart is still racing, but the cool night air helps steady your breath.

"You okay back there?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder.

You nod, gripping his waist a little tighter. "Yeah… thanks to you."

He chuckles softly. "Just doing my job."

There’s a moment of silence, just the sound of the waves and the engine. The weight of everything you’ve been through together lingers in the air. You hesitate, then gather the courage to speak.

"So… after this, what do you say we do some overtime?" Your voice is teasing, but there’s a hint of something real beneath it.

Leon exhales sharply, amused. "Sorry." He turns his head slightly, his usual smirk playing on his lips. "Somehow, I knew you were gonna say that."

You can’t help but laugh, even if there’s a small pang of disappointment. Typical Leon—cool, composed, just out of reach. But even if he won’t say it outright, you know he cares. You’ve seen it in the way he’s protected you, the way he’s reassured you through every terrifying moment.

As the jet ski speeds toward safety, you tighten your hold on him just a little, letting yourself enjoy the moment—because, for now, you’re still with him.