Leon's POV
I took a slow sip of my wine, letting the faint bitterness linger on my tongue as I leaned back into the chair on the veranda. The wood beneath me creaked softly, and it was a quiet sound that blended into the stillness of the night. Above me, the sky stretched endlessly, dark and deep, with no clouds in sight. It felt heavy in a way. It was like the kind of night that pressed down on your chest if you let it.
Amon stood close by, not intruding, and not hovering either. Just… there. Her presence alone was comforting in a way I didn't feel like admitting out loud.
"Master," she said, breaking the silence, her voice gentle but carrying that familiar undertone. "Do you want me to suck you off?"
I almost laughed at how blunt it was. Almost.
