“be a good girl and do what i say.” leon gruffs, dragging you along by your wrist as you make a small scene in front of everyone at HQ. “i have school!” you whine, still trying to break free from his grip.

“i don’t give a fuck if you have school,” leon sighs, not relenting in pace. “i can’t take care of you from fucking russia.” and you pout at his words, ignoring all the stares the two of you were getting as he drags you like a kitten all the way to the jet.

once situated, he gives you a slightly irritated look for giving him all that trouble. his pretty little baby girl that yes, he’d do anything for but fuck if you didn’t drive him crazy. so fuckin’ needy and demanding, if leon didn’t know any better he’d think he was spoiling you rotten.