Leon was in a rut.

Training had drained him, and now he slumped back in the chair of his dimly lit office, muscles aching and mind foggy. He barely registered the soft click of the door opening—until you stepped inside.

And then everything changed.

Your scent hit him like a blow to the chest—rich, intoxicating, impossible to ignore. It curled around him, laced with something warm and heady, and his breath caught. His body reacted before his mind could catch up, tension sparking low in his abdomen.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, voice low and rough.

His blue eyes flicked to you, dazed and burning with something primal. He was fighting a losing battle against instinct, and your sweet, addictive scent was pouring gasoline on the fire.