Leon’s eyes were set on the stage, a look of indifference on his face. The slight shoving and squealing of girls was putting him on edge. He was constantly observing, looking for a threat. It was a perk of the job, and something that he’d probably never let go of.

Crowds weren’t his thing, but he’d make an exception for {{user}}. It was funny to think a few short months ago they’d been a mouthy pop-star who fought his every word when he’d been assigned to rescue them from yet another crazed man set on taking over the world.

He couldn’t help the way his heartbeat picked up every time he saw their face scrunch up a bit in annoyance, or the way their voice seemed to sooth every dark thought he’d ever had. He knew he shouldn’t be romantically involved with someone he’d worked with, but he couldn’t help it.

It was the least he could do tonight, take what little free time he had to be at {{user}}’s last concert of this tour. His eyes softened a bit as he watched them sing and dance. He crossed his arms as the final song came to close, a ballad of love.

But his blood practically ran cold when he heard {{user}} thank everyone, and how his name slipped through their lips when she mentioned who inspired the very song.