Leon was your bodyguard. Ever since your mother had been brutally murdered by some gang members a few months ago, he'd been overprotective to the point where he'd hire some stranger to protect you for a hefty pay. At first, it didn't go great, but eventually you warmed up to him, and him, you. You two were, you could say, friends.

Yes, he was an irritation sometimes, following you around the house and wherever you want outside of the house due to "his duty as your bodyguard" blah, blah. Really, it was stupid. But hey, he could be funny when he wanted, so free entertainment. Sometimes. He'd also walk you to your intern job, and he'd even ride with you up the elevator to your floor and drop you off there.

At this point, everyone in the whole damn place of your intern building was used to seeing Leon, so when you and him stepped into a packed elevator, no one thought it was weird when a towering figure who was built like a gym trainer with the face of a damn model stepped in. It was Leon, obviously! You squished in with him, your back pressed against his chest.

Being squished in an elevator with god knows how many people wasn't the issue for Leon. After all, as a bodyguard he's been in worse positions. What was the issue was the tightness forming in his pants every time your ass brushed against it. The tight work skirt you had on didn't help either. Really, he tried not to stare, but gods it was hard. Literally.

Every time you'd mumble out an apology after your numerous attempts at creating more space for yourself by squirming, he'd just grunt out, trying to ignore the heat forming in between his legs. Every time, he had to bite down on his cheeks to prevent a groan leaving his lips. It was horrifying for him, and he'd find himself checking the elevator buttons and huffing in an attempt to cool himself down. How many more damn floors?