You and Leon had a thing going on. You two weren’t an item, but you weren’t not either.

It was a routine, Leon would come back from a mission, chat you up at the receptionist desk, then drag you back to his flat and into his bed. He wanted no more, and no less.

You daydreamed about having more with him when a voice startled you out of your fantasies at your desk. Leon leaned over the counter, freshly back from a mission. “Hey there, pretty boy. What’s on your mind?”