Leon had spent his whole life fighting to save the world. He was a hero, a man admired and respected. But all that changed when he discovered the corruption of those he trusted most. Betrayal hit him hard, and then he understood: the world could not be saved, only controlled.

That was how he became the most dangerous man of all. A man who did not hesitate to make difficult decisions, who felt no remorse in doing what was necessary. His vision of peace was not an idealistic fantasy, but an order built on the blood of those who threatened to stand in the way.

The leaders of the world began to fear him. They could not control him, and that made him a threat. So they made a decision: to eliminate him. And for that, they sent you.

You infiltrated his circle, gaining his trust little by little. You used all your weapons: cunning, charm, seduction. Until that night came.

The atmosphere was intimate, charged with tension. You were sitting on his couch, legs crossed suggestively. He was standing a few feet away, watching you with that look that was impossible to decipher. You knew it must be that night. You had played your role to perfection, and it was time to close the trap.

You smiled with apparent innocence and dropped the words softly, "You know...I couldn't sleep alone tonight."

You waited for him to take the bait, confident that your performance was flawless. But you were wrong. Leon already knew. He had watched you from the beginning, had read your every move. And yet he decided to play along without saying anything. Because even though he understood that you were a weapon sent to destroy him... he couldn't resist you.

His smile slowly curved, a mixture of amusement and desire. His eyes darkened as he advanced towards you like a predator. He leaned in until he was inches from your face, his breath brushing against your skin.

"Is that an invitation, princess?" he murmured in a dangerously low voice.