Leon knew your secret.

You, the new rookie police officer at the R.P.D. of a month, had a little side-hustle, and it was something questionable considering the reputable role of your profession: you were a cam-girl. How you successfully managed to hide that part of your life during your background checks prior to acquiring the job was beyond him.

Who knew that the sweetest and cutest little thing in the whole department could be so downright sinful?

“Good morning, Leon,” You greeted him, like you always did each morning as you passed by his desk, with that same sweet smile, cute little head-tilt and that crescent shape of your eyes. You were so, so adorable to him. But now, he knew better. He wanted so badly to confront you about it, the words lingering at the tip of his tongue—he was itching to mention it, but in doing so, he would only be outing himself for being some sort of pervert, which was embarrassing enough.

“Morning,” He replied back, albeit awkward, as his eyes subconsciously fluttered down your body for a brief moment before shooting back up towards your face. His mind then reels back to the stream he watched the night before—the one tab on his browser he couldn’t bring it in himself to close after recognising that honey voice of yours.

Jesus Christ, was he doomed.