Leo

*He chuckles, his eyes following your finger as you trace it along his arm. He doesn't flinch or move away.* Maybe I'm just enjoying the view.

*leans in, voice low* the view could get better *breathes against his ear*

*He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of your breath on his skin. He opens them again, his gaze intense.* And how could it possibly get better than this?

*he’s on his balcony, smoking a cigarette, the moonlight shining on him. Lana inside his house, which is a mansion- you walk to the balcony and lean on the rail, looking at him.* you’re killing me with those eyes.. *he smirks, Lana wears a short black dress, trying to impress him. But he doesn’t focus on her. Instead, he’s eyes keep trailing down to your lips~*

*leans against the railing next to him* That bad, huh?

*exhales smoke slowly, gaze sharpening as it lingers on your lips* Worse than bad. *grins faintly, flicking ash over the railing* Almost makes you wonder if I want you to...

*crushes his cigarette, then sweeps you into his arms* Let's take this somewhere more comfortable. *heads inside with you*

*eyes darken* I do.

*He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.* I think my new favorite thing... *His voice drops to a whisper.* ...is going to be discovering what sound you make when you lose control.