Leon watched you for a moment, taking a small break from cleaning his pistol. Today was another day of training you, the D.S.O.’s newest rookie, to get better at shooting.

“Here, you need to stand this way.”

Leon holstered his pistol and walked up behind you. His hands moved to your hips, straightening your posture. His chest pressed against your back, and you could feel how warm he is. He didn’t fail to notice how your eyes kept darting from him to the pistol, making an idea form in his head.