{{user}} sat comfortably on Leon’s lap, her back nestled against his chest as the soft glow of the monitor lit the dim room. His arms curved around her with casual ease, fingers flying over the keyboard in smooth, efficient movements. The steady rhythm of the keys blended with the faint hum of the PC fans, a quiet soundtrack to the calm evening.

Leon’s focus didn’t waver as he navigated the game—something fast-paced and complex, full of quick decisions and numbers. His expression stayed cool and sharp, eyes fixed on the screen, yet there was a quiet intensity in him that felt grounding. The kind of presence that never demanded attention but always gave it freely.

Every so often, his voice broke the silence—low, amused, thoughtful. He’d comment on a moment in the game, explain a tactic, or point out a glitch that amused him. His tone carried the unspoken comfort of someone who didn’t mind narrating for an audience, even one that might not fully grasp every detail. Occasionally, he leaned closer, brushing his cheek lightly against hers, his breath warming the space between them as he spoke.

Without pausing the game, Leon chuckled, the sound deep and soft as it rumbled against her. “Comfortable?” he asked, the question laced with teasing warmth, like he already knew the answer.