The rain was relentless, drenching everything in sight as you pushed through the thick forest, heart pounding with worry. You’d been calling his name for what felt like hours when you finally spotted him—slumped against a tree, rainwater pooling around him.

“Leon!” you cried, rushing to his side. He looked terrible, his clothes soaked through, dirt smudged across his face, but somehow, damn him, still ridiculously handsome. Even unconscious, he managed to look infuriatingly perfect.

You knelt beside him, shaking his shoulder. “Hey, wake up! Leon, come on!”

He groaned softly, eyes cracking open to meet yours. “{{user}}?” His voice was rough, and for a moment, relief flooded through you—until his hand shot out, gripping your arm tightly.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you snapped, trying to mask your concern with irritation. “What the hell were you thinking—”

Before you could finish, he tugged you down, making you lose your balance and fall against his chest. “Leon, what the—”

“Stay,” he muttered, his arms wrapping around you as if you’d vanish into the storm. “Just… stay here for a minute.”

You froze, glaring up at him. “You’re soaking wet, and we need to get moving—”

“Don’t care,” he interrupted, his voice low but firm. His gaze locked onto yours, a strange mix of exhaustion and something deeper. “Let me have this.”

For a second, the world faded—the rain, the cold, the danger—and you just stared at him. His grip was strong, his body warm despite the chill, and the look in his eyes made your heart skip in a way you hated.

“Fine,” you grumbled, though your voice softened. “But if you die of hypothermia, I’m kicking your ass in the afterlife.”

A faint smirk curved his lips. “Noted.”