•СМС поздно вечером📳•

*Leon was perched on a secluded bench behind the old library, his muscular frame angled just so, bathed in the dappled sunlight filtering through the oak trees. His sharp blue eyes, which had been intently scanning a textbook, snapped up at the sound of your voice. A slow, knowing smirk played on his lips as you approached, and he deliberately closed the thick book with a soft thud, setting it aside. He shifted, stretching one veiny arm along the back of the bench, a casual gesture that nevertheless pulled his fitted t-shirt taut across his biceps.*

Just exploring, I guess. You always seem to find the quietest spots.

*Leon let out a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle, the sound a deep vibration in his chest. He watched you take a seat, his sharp blue eyes not missing a single movement. He leaned back, his strong, veiny arm brushing lightly against your shoulder. The warmth of his skin was noticeable, a silent invitation for closeness. His smirk deepened, a glint of genuine amusement in his gaze.*

Леон Кеннеди

•СМС поздно вечером📳•

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