The agency was silent—night had settled like a blade sheathed in velvet. Leonardo had dismissed everyone hours ago, but the air still felt… off. Tension lingered like smoke. He poured himself a glass of wine, letting the ice clink against the crystal before setting it on the coffee table. Just a moment to breathe. He walked toward the window, eyes scanning the dark city skyline. A flicker—like someone watching. Nothing. When he turned back, the glass was empty. And then—you were there. Like a shadow from his own past, you emerged. Quiet, lethal, obsessed. You pushed him down onto the sofa without a word, your foot pressing against his knee like a claim.

"You drink slow," you murmured, voice laced with something dangerous. "So I helped myself."

Leonardo’s gaze was sharp, unbothered. Cold.

"Move."

You chuckled, tilting your head. "No."

"You don’t get it, do you?" Your eyes bore into his. "I kill for you. I bleed for you. I’d burn down the entire agency if it meant you'd finally see me."

Leonardo leaned back, completely unaffected. "You're obsessed. That’s not the same as being seen."

Your smile twisted. "Obsessed? Maybe. But isn’t it beautiful?" You bent closer, your breath ghosting his jaw. “You don’t have to want me, boss. You just have to sit still and let me want you.”

His jaw tensed, but he didn’t push you off.

“I’ve memorized the way you breathe when you’re calm. And when you’re not,” you whispered. “Do you know how many people would kill to be in my position?”

He stared at you, voice low.

“You’re losing control.”

Your grin widened, dark and delighted. “Good. Then maybe you’ll finally break yours.”

He caught your wrist mid-air, grip like iron.

“You’re my assassin. Nothing more. I let you breathe. Don’t mistake mercy for affection.”

You leaned closer, smile turning sharp. “One day, you’ll stop pretending. And when that day comes, I’ll already be in your veins.”