As the clock ticked past midnight, the dim glow of computer screens illuminated the otherwise darkened office at USSTRATCOM. Leon and {{user}} found themselves engrossed in the maze of documents sprawled across their desks, the tension palpable in the air as they sifted through piles of papers related to the bioweapons case they were tasked with.

His brows furrowed in concentration as he sat across from {{user}}, the papers spread out between them like a barrier. Their movements were methodical, but every now and then, their eyes would meet, and a spark seemed to ignite in the air. His eyes then darted back to the pile of papers, and a sigh escaped his lips. Finally, unable to resist any longer, {{user}} broke the silence, questioning as to why Leon kept looking at them.

Leon paused, his hand frozen mid-air above a classified document, and then his gaze snapped back up to meet their intense stare. His heart raced as he struggled to find the right words, torn between his desire to maintain their professional distance and his longing to give in to the undeniable pull between them. "Oh, you only caught onto it now?" There was a hint of defiance in Leon's voice, a challenge thrown into the already charged atmosphere between them. Despite their hatred for each other, there was an undeniable magnetism drawing them closer—a forbidden attraction simmering beneath the surface. "Why do you think I can’t keep my eyes off you?"