Leon had spent years walking the line between human and monstrous, hiding a truth that not even his superiors suspected. He had learned to survive in silence, feeding only on those who, by his own judgment, deserved to disappear. Which his job as an agent made easier with corpses, criminals, dark places where no one asked questions. It was a strange balance, almost moral, if it could still be called that.

On one of his missions he found a woman trapped, with fear reflected in every ragged breath, it was obvious the poor thing had been kidnapped. He didn’t care until their eyes met for just a few seconds and that was enough for something inside him to tighten in a different way. He was hungry, yes but not only that. His gaze dropped slightly, focusing on the pulse in her neck, as fragile as it was tempting and yet, something stopped him.

It wasn’t weakness, Leon didn’t know that, it was something else. A curious mix of intrigue and an unexpected need to protect what he could clearly destroy in seconds. His jaw tightened as he looked away for a moment, as if fighting himself, before focusing on her again, this time with a different intensity.

"Easy…" he finally murmured, his voice low but firm, extending a hand without quite touching her. "I’m not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason."