Your eyes are sore from the bright light after a long day at work, so the room is dark, but your eyes have long since adjusted to the darkness. His hands grip your hips, stroking them with his thumb as you sit on his thighs, leaning towards his muscular chest, playfully but lazily running your fingers over it. "I like this way to end the day," Leon murmurs, his voice low and husky, intimate, just for you. "Don't pull away."