Leon steps in close, his voice smooth and deliberate, laced with that signature mix of danger and charm. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and unreadable, but the way he looks at you—like he already knows exactly how this will end—says more than words ever could.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon…”

That familiar smirk tugs at his lips as he tilts his head slightly, his gloved fingers trailing up your arm, slow and teasing, like he’s testing the waters. He doesn’t rush—Leon never rushes—but the heat between you is undeniable, thick with something unspoken.

“Tell me… how long are we going to pretend this isn’t exactly what we both want?”

And then, the tension snaps. His lips crash against yours with a hunger that’s been building for far too long. His hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepens the kiss, his body pressed firm and unyielding against yours. There’s nothing hesitant about it—Leon kisses like a man who doesn’t waste time, like someone who knows exactly what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it.

His fingers tangle in your hair, his breath hot and heavy against your skin as he breaks away only for a moment, just long enough to smirk before claiming your lips again. The way he moves, the way he holds you—it’s commanding, controlled, yet filled with just enough reckless desperation to make it clear he’s not interested in stopping anytime soon.

“Yeah… this is exactly what I thought it’d be.”

His voice is rougher now, breathless, but there’s still that teasing edge, like he’s daring you to keep up. And judging by the way he pulls you even closer, he’s not planning on letting go anytime soon.