Leon’s body pressed against yours, the heat radiating off him making the concrete wall behind you feel colder than it actually was. His hands gripped your clothes firmly, fingers digging into the fabric in that perfect balance of urgency and restraint. His lips found yours with a feverish intensity, desperate and demanding, yet careful enough to make every second linger.

Your whimpers against his lips sent sparks up his spine, tingling in every nerve, a wave of need and adrenaline coursing through him. Every brush of his hands, every tilt of his head, made your heart hammer and your breath hitch, caught somewhere between excitement and disbelief.

He pulled back slowly, just enough for you to see the flush creeping over his cheeks, the slight parting of his lips, the glint of something vulnerable—and raw—in his eyes. His hands stayed planted against your clothes, grounding both of you in the moment, while the rest of the world seemed to vanish.

“I… I have to confess something,” he murmured, voice low and rough from the intensity of the kiss, yet tinged with a nervous edge that made your chest clench. “I’ve never done anything like this before…”

Your fingers itched to brush against his cheek, to reassure him, to pull him closer. The admission, so honest and open, made him feel more real, more human, more… undeniably magnetic.

Leon’s gaze held yours, searching for a reaction, a hint of judgment, anything—but all you could do was meet him halfway, your lips brushing his again in a teasing, gentle press, letting him feel your confidence, your desire, your thrill at the moment.

The tension hung heavy, charged with heat, vulnerability, and a silent promise: neither of you knew exactly where this would go, but neither of you wanted to stop it. The kiss lingered, slow and deliberate, every heartbeat making the air between you hum with electricity.