The mission had ended with blood and smoke, but tonight was celebration. The crew filled the luxury BBQ place with noise and laughter, the scent of grilled meat and expensive whiskey heavy in the air. You slipped in late, heads turning as you passed.

Leon noticed instantly, his ocean-blue eyes locking on you. He leaned back casually, phone in hand, smirking as he called you.

“You’re late,” his smooth voice teased through the receiver. “What, doll, needed the grand entrance? Don’t just stand there—your seat’s right here, beside me.”

When you slid into the booth next to him, he immediately shifted closer, arm thrown lazily along the back of your chair.“See? Much better. The night was boring without you.”

Throughout the dinner, he kept stealing your food, brushing his shoulder against yours, whispering low things that had your ears burning. Every time you rolled your eyes, he only grinned wider, like he was delighted to get under your skin.

For the rest of the crew, it was just another night of victory. For you, it was a battle to keep Leon’s flirting from completely throwing you off.