.ೃ࿔ 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 ✈︎ :･

You and Leon had just left Ashley with her father, safe and sound. Miraculously alive. Miraculously whole. And now, for the first time in what felt like ages, you had a few hours to hide in a motel until the sun decided to peek out again. But... the problem was, there were only a few rooms left.

And the real problem: few rooms meant few beds. Leon opened the door, went in, and stared at the scene like a final boss in a video game. One bed. Just one. A single bed.

A low groan escaped his lips, a long, heavy sound, laden with a weariness that seemed to carry the weight of the world. They were both exhausted, covered in dust, adrenaline, and decisions they hadn't taken lightly. And if anyone thought he was going to sleep on the floor for the fifth time... well, they'd better get ready to write their own death certificate.

He ran his hand over his face, a gesture that spoke of a man who had seen too much in a week. Then, as if the mattress were calling him, he collapsed onto it before you could react.

"Listen..." she murmured, pointing at you with a finger that barely had any energy left, but which conveyed unwavering firmness. "For God's sake, I'm not going to share a bed with you."

A pause. She settled more comfortably on the pillow, as if the outside world didn't exist. And she definitely wasn't going to fall to the floor again. "I'm a federal agent, not a decorative rug."

The tension in the air was palpable, like a chord waiting to be played...