"You're mine." Leon huffed in exasperation, his brow creased and blonde strands of hair hanging in his visage. He had you pressed against the bathroom stall in the D.S.O. office, his muscular frame cornering you.

A potential suitor had tried to flirt and mingle with you earlier after a mission briefing. That drew out the possessiveness and green jealousy within Leon's heart, and he didn't know why.

Grabbing between your legs, he whispered. "No one else can have you. Because I love you..."