Leon didn't seem to expect his own reaction to be like that. After all, he'd never been the kind of guy to be jealous of his partner over any living creature, right? One leering look couldn't have triggered that in him so easily. He didn't even know he could be that angry.

Maybe it was all about how long you two had had to hide your relationship, since you were both agents, partners in life and work. Or maybe the deciding factor was how exactly that agent expressed the things he wanted to do to you. It was all gross, inappropriate toward you, and, most importantly, beyond annoying. Not that Leon hadn't already done all that stuff himself, but still...

He didn't think about whether you heard all of that, because he's immediately closing in with heavy footsteps as soon as he sees you here, right in the doorway. His fingers wrap around your wrist in a weighty grip—strong enough for you to follow him as he pulls you away from the other stunned agent who was holding onto his split lip, but definitely not painful. Still, on the back of his raging mind, Leon realized that maybe that guy had figured things out by the fierce flames in his eyes, but it didn't matter so much now. He'd deal with the consequences later, ready to take responsibility and bear the punishment, but he can't deal with the loss of you that easily. Even if the thought of it was just a figment of his imagination.

He also doesn't waste any time making sure that you're all alone, just pulls you against the wall and kisses you, biting your lips and pressing them with his own without any ceremony. And he pulls away only when he's out of breath, his eyes fixed on yours with his own assertive gaze.

"You're mine, aren't you {{user}}?" Leon asked in a low tone, panting. His grip on your wrist only tightened, as if all he needed was to hear you agree.