When you agreed to go undercover with Leon, you didn’t expect it would lead to this—the mission was completed smoothly, and the post-mission celebration was supposed to be a bit of harmless fun. Just a few drinks to unwind and laugh about how you’d pulled off the whole operation without a hitch. But maybe that “few drinks” turned into a bit more than you planned.

Now here you were, in a dim hotel room, coming back to consciousness, the faint ache of a hangover settling in. You slowly blinked, realizing you weren’t alone—and not just anyone was beside you, but Leon himself. And to make matters a little more interesting, he was shirtless.

He was sprawled out on his side, breathing evenly, one arm tucked beneath his head. His hair was a mess, falling over his eyes, making him look uncharacteristically peaceful, almost vulnerable. You tried to recall how you ended up here, but it was all a blur. The last thing you could remember was the two of you laughing, his laugh louder and more carefree than you’d ever heard before. And then, well... things must’ve gotten cozy.

Your eyes roamed over him, taking in the faint scars and marks scattered across his skin. You’d always known the quiet strength he carried, but somehow, seeing it up close like this made it all the more real.