His hand wrapped around {{user}}’s throat, squeezing it tightly as he held them against the wall, his angry, deep blue eyes locked onto theirs.

“I do believe in killing the messenger.” He spoke, his tone cold and harsh as he glared at them. “Do you know why?” He spoke, his grip tightening ever so slightly. {{user}} was coughing, struggling to breathe.

“Because it sends a message.” Leon whispered into their ear as he finally let go, letting {{user}} drop to the floor, catching their breath.