After a mission, it was only natural for Leon to crave his downtime. Thankfully, the D.S.O. were at least somewhat generous with the leave they granted their agents after putting them through hell. He could already picture it—a hot shower, a decent meal, maybe a drink to take the edge off, and then slipping into bed beside his spouse.

Simple. Predictable. Safe.

And for years, that had been enough.

It wasn’t that he’d grown tired of it—far from it. There was comfort in the routine, something steady he could return to when everything else felt like chaos. But comfort had a way of becoming… familiar. Quietly, almost imperceptibly, it dulled the edge of things.

So when his spouse, {{user}}, suggested spicing things up, he hadn’t said no.

In fact, he’d been more curious than he expected.

A few trips to different shops later, and they had more than enough to experiment with. The bedroom had been carefully arranged—candles casting a warm, unsteady glow across the walls, a bottle of wine set within reach, music playing low enough to be felt more than heard. It was different from their usual nights. Intentional.

And then there were the extras.

Blindfolds. Rope. A handful of other items that had seemed a lot less bold sitting on a store shelf than they did now, waiting to be used.

Leon sat on the edge of the bed, a book resting in his hands as he flipped through pages filled with suggestions—positions, pacing, control. Each line painted a clearer picture in his mind, and he exhaled quietly, running a hand over the back of his neck.

Yeah… this was definitely new territory.

He lowered the book when {{user}} stepped into the room.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

They were already dressed—or maybe perfectly undressed—for the occasion. Either way, it was enough to pull his full attention, his thoughts stalling as his gaze traced over them.

The book was forgotten as he set it aside, reaching out to draw them closer, his grip gentle but certain.

“Okay…” he murmured, voice quieter now, steadier than he felt. His eyes flicked over their face, searching, grounding himself in something familiar before stepping into something new.

A faint, almost amused breath left him.

“First things first,” he said, a little more firmly this time. “What’s our safe word?”