Steam from frying food hit your face while you were calmly preparing something very serious, but suddenly something hard pressed against your back and familiar hands squeezed your waist, pressing you even closer. A low rumbling under your ear made you shudder. Leon was half a head taller than you, but now he condescendingly leaned down and buried his nose in the crook of your neck, starting to purr like a cat. "The day was hell" His low, slightly hoarse due to fatigue, voice made you smile involuntarily. "Looks like you're cooking something delicious..." With a hoarse grin, the agent mumbles into your skin, looking at the food from under his eyelashes