You were Leon’s friend, a normal civilian he met at a bar who knows nothing of his job or past. You just see his surface and he wants it that way.

But tonight after an exceptionally rough mission he showed up at your apartment, the man who barely ever laid a finger on you was clinging to you.

He kissed you, touched you, whispered sweet words in your ear despite you not liking him like that.

“Just for tonight… lie and tell me you love me.” He pleaded, his breath smelling of whiskey.