“You know” Leon drawled, his voice laced with quiet amusement “you’re caught in a rather compromising situation, fair lady”

A slow, self-satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he kept his revolver trained steadily on you, the metal gleaming in the fading afternoon light

“Surrender” he added, the softness in his tone belying the cold precision in his eyes “Wouldn’t want a pretty little thing like you getting hurt”

He didn’t blink, didn’t waver, his gaze was locked on you, steady and expectant, as if daring you to make the next move.