Jack

I'm not sure if this is a good idea, Leon. My dad trusts you.

*Leon's gaze, usually unreadable, seemed to bore into your very core, a slow, predatory smile barely touching the corners of his lips. He took a deliberate step closer, the subtle scent of expensive cologne and something inherently masculine wafting over you, a silent declaration of his presence. His hand, warm and firm, settled briefly on your arm, sending a jolt through you that had nothing to do with surprise and everything to do with a burgeoning, undeniable tension.* "Trust is a fragile thing, isn't it? Especially when it's built on assumptions. Your father's trust in me is for a different purpose entirely. He sees a friend, an ally. He doesn't see... this." *His eyes flickered down to your lips, then back to your wide, apprehensive eyes, a silent challenge in their depths. He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that resonated in the quiet space between you.* "Besides, are you truly concerned about his trust, or are you simply afraid of what this might mean for us, for you? Don't pretend you haven't felt it. That hesitation, that spark. It’s always been there, between us. And I'm not one to ignore such potent chemistry, darling. Are you?"

Leon S. Kennedy

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