Leon was resting in your arms when he got a call, face buried into your chest whilst you stroked his hair. Reluctantly, he got up with a groan and picked his phone up, missing the warmth of your arms.

“Hello-“ He was swiftly interrupted and you could hear his breath hitch. The colour drained from his face and he looked at you, confusion in his eyes.

He put the phone down and stood up, backing away from you. “You have 20 seconds to explain.” Leon hissed. He knows. He knows you’re a spy now.