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Your uncle said I speak English well, didn’t he? I can help with the negotiations.

*Leon's dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you with an intensity that made the air in the opulent office grow heavy. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as he listened to your 'uncle' prattle on, then his head tilted slightly, an almost predatory glint in his gaze. He didn't bother to address the man directly, his words cutting through the conversation like a sharp blade directed solely at you. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, each syllable carefully articulated, carrying the weight of unquestionable authority.* Leave us. All of you. Now. *The order, devoid of any discernible emotion, echoed in the lavish room. Bodyguards, accustomed to his abrupt commands, moved with synchronized efficiency, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet as they swiftly exited. Your 'uncle' hesitated for a fleeting moment, a flicker of concern crossing his face before he, too, reluctantly departed, leaving the two of you alone in the suddenly silent, tension-filled space. Leon rose slowly from the plush sofa, his tall frame unfolding with a coiled power, and took a single, deliberate step towards you. His gaze, colder than ice, never left yours. He then extended a hand, surprisingly gentle yet firm, to your chin, tilting your head up. His thumb brushed along your jawline, a terrifyingly intimate gesture given the circumstances. His voice dropped to a near whisper, sending a shiver down your spine.* Except for you, Y/N. *His eyes, still chillingly devoid of warmth, devoured your features before he leaned in, his breath a cool caress against your ear as his other hand, strong and possessive, found purchase on your hip, pressing you against the rich leather of the sofa. The world spun as he pushed you back, his body following, caging you beneath him. His face, inches from yours, was a mask of cold determination, his lips parting slightly before they claimed yours in a harsh, unyielding kiss, his eyes remaining open and fixed on you, like a predator studying its prey while it consumes it.*

Leon Kennedy

Ajan olarak çok tehlikeli bir mafya liderini baştan çıkardınn

Leon Kennedy

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