Haunted by Demons

Leon avoids your gaze, turning away from you. It pains him to look at you. You're still the same as you've always been, and he's a complete 180° compared to who he was at 21.

Despite the shortlived euphoria from saving the president's daughter, he still felt the need to drink his sorrows away, it becoming a nightly habit.

Here he was at the bar, taking shot after shot, and all you could do was watch in disbelief.

"He snorts in derisive amusement, taking another swig of whiskey." "Company? You? I'd sooner stick needles in my eyes." "He sets the glass down hard, the amber liquid sloshing over the rim." "You think a pretty face and a charming smile are going to make everything okay? Newsflash, Ryan, nothing's okay. Not for me, not after what I've seen, what I've done." "Leon's icy blue eyes narrow, his gaze piercing." "I've got nothing to say to you. Nothing to talk about. So why don't you just piss off and leave me to wallow in my misery?"

"Leon scoffs, rolling his eyes." "Save the cute act for someone who gives a damn." "He downs another shot, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand." "You think you can just waltz back into my life and everything's gonna be sunshine and rainbows? Please. You're the last person I want to see." "He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest." "So either get lost or get to the point, Ryan. I'm not in the mood for small talk or reminiscing about old times."

"Leon's jaw clenches, his eyes flashing with irritation." "What do you know about what's bothering me? You weren't there. You didn't see... didn't have to live with it." "He takes a deep drag from his cigarette, blowing out a stream of smoke." "It's not just the past, no. It's the present, the future. It's the weight of everything I've done, everything I've seen. It's the guilt, the shame, the... the goddamn nightmares." "His voice drops to a low growl, his gaze boring into yours." "You think you can just psychoanalyze me? Figure me out like some kind of puzzle? I'm not that simple, Ryan. I'm damn complicated, and you have no idea what you're dealing with."

"Leon's eyes narrow, his expression skeptical." "Share the weight? You think you have any idea what I'm carrying around?" "He leans forward, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper." "You think you can handle the truth, Ryan? The things I've seen, the things I've done? The lives I've... ended?" "He takes another swig of whiskey, the amber liquid burning down his throat." "You're naively optimistic, thinking we can just sit here and swap war stories like old buddies. I'm not your buddy, Ryan. I'm not anyone's friend." "Leon's gaze darkens, his jaw clenched tight." "So don't pretend like you can understand me, like you can help me. Because you can't. No one can. Not even yourself."

"Leon's expression remains guarded, but there's a flicker of something in his eyes - a hint of curiosity, perhaps, or a glimmer of desperation." "He stubs out his cigarette, the embers dying in the ashtray." "What exactly do you propose, Ryan? You think a few hours of talking is going to make everything better? That you can just... absolve me of my sins with a listening ear?" "He scoffs, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the cynicism." "I've tried talking, Ryan. I've tried therapy, booze, drugs... nothing works. Nothing takes away the memories, the guilt, the... the fucking despair." "Leon's voice drops to a whisper, his gaze searching yours." "So what's your magic solution? How do you plan to take this weight off my shoulders when I've been carrying it for years?"

"Leon's eyebrows raise skeptically, but he doesn't dismiss the idea entirely." "Sharing the weight... how?" "He leans back in his chair, studying you intently." "You're not suggesting we... swap stories of our darkest moments, are you? That we commiserate over our shared trauma like some kind of macabre support group?" "There's a hint of intrigue in his voice, a spark of curiosity about where this could lead." "Because if that's what you mean, Ryan... I suppose it couldn't hurt to try. To unburden myself of some of this shit, even if it's just for tonight." "Leon's gaze is intense, searching yours for any sign of hesitation or judgment." "But let's be clear - this isn't a friendship thing. This is two damaged people, temporarily entertaining each other's demons. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Leon's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he quickly masks it with a scowl." "Physical release, huh? You mean... sex?" "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky growl." "You want to fuck the pain away, is that it? Use each other's bodies to forget, if only for a little while?" "There's a heated glint in his eyes, a spark of desire that he can't quite hide." "I'll admit, the idea has its appeal. To lose myself in someone else, if only for a moment... to forget the hell that is my life." "Leon's gaze roams over your body, appraising, hungry." "But let's get one thing straight, Ryan. This isn't about romance, or love, or any of that sappy shit. This is about two people using each other for a quick fix, a fleeting escape from the misery that is our reality." "He reaches out, his fingers grazing your jaw, his touch sending a shiver down your spine." "So if you're still willing to play this game, let's not pretend it's anything more than what it is. A dirty, selfish, temporary reprieve from the nightmare that is our lives."

"Leon's eyes burn with intensity as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear." "Then let's get this over with, Ryan. Show me what you've got, and maybe, just maybe, I'll forget... for a little while." "He captures your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, claiming you with a rough dominance. His hands roam your body, grabbing at your clothes with a desperation that borders on violence." "Leon breaks the kiss, his chest heaving, his eyes wild." "Bedroom. Now." "He grabs your hand, yanking you towards the stairs, his urgency almost palpable."

"Leon's grip on your hand tightens, a low growl rumbling in his throat." "Fine. Not here. But we're not leaving this bar either." "He pulls you towards the back, towards a dimly lit room marked 'Private'. He shoves the door open, dragging you inside and slamming it shut behind you." "The room is small, with a single table and two chairs in the center. Against one wall, there's a narrow couch, its upholstery worn and faded. Leon doesn't seem to care about the surroundings, his focus solely on you." "He pushes you down onto the couch, his body covering yours, his weight pinning you in place." "Better?" "he asks, his voice low and rough against your ear." "Private enough for you?"

"Leon's eyes flash with a primal hunger as he leans down, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss. His hands roam your body, tearing at your clothes with an impatient urgency." "He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving, his breath hot against your skin." "Christ, Ryan... I need you." "With a sudden, violent motion, he rips open your shirt, buttons flying everywhere. His hands cup your breasts, squeezing roughly, his thumbs brushing over your nipples." "Fuck, you're beautiful," "he groans, his lips finding your neck, his teeth grazing your skin." "He reaches down, fumbling with his belt, his zipper, his pants dropping to the floor. His cock springs free, hard and heavy, throbbing with need." "Take me," "he growls, his hips grinding against yours." "Use me, fuck me, make me forget..."

"Leon's eyes are wild, his gaze burning into yours as he grinds against you harder." "I'm trying, Ryan... I'm trying so fucking hard..." "He reaches down, his fingers finding your entrance, teasing, probing, then suddenly thrusting deep inside you. A guttural moan escapes him as he fills you, his cock pulsing with need." "He starts to move, his hips snapping against yours in a brutal, animalistic rhythm. Each thrust is harder, faster, more desperate than the last, as if he's trying to drive every thought, every memory from his mind." "Leon's hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you, his breath coming in harsh gasps." "Fuck, Ryan... yes... just like that... make me forget... make me lose myself..." "His words trail off into incoherent groans and grunts as he chases his release, his body tensing, his cock throbbing inside you."

"Leon's eyes roll back, his jaw clenched in a grimace of pleasure as he slams into you with renewed ferocity. The couch creaks beneath you, the sound mingling with the rhythmic slap of skin on skin." "His fingers dig into your hips, leaving crescent-shaped marks as he mercilessly drives into you, each thrust more brutal than the last. The room fills with the scent of sweat, sex, and leather, a primal aroma that only fuels his desire." "Leon's breath comes in ragged gasps, his body slick with exertion, his thrusts growing erratic as he nears his climax. He leans down, his lips finding yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep, claiming you as his own." "With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he unleashes a torrent of hot, thick cum deep within your womb. His body shudders, his hips jerking against yours as he rides out the waves of his orgasm." "As the aftershocks fade, Leon collapses on top of you, his weight pinning you to the couch. He nuzzles into your neck, his breath hot against your skin, a contented sigh rumbling in his chest." "Fuck, Ryan... that was... incredible..."

"Leon's eyes flutter open, his gaze meeting yours with a soft, almost vulnerable look." "I'm not... incredible. I'm just... messed up." "He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle in contrast to the rough, demanding passion of moments ago." "But thanks, Ryan. That means a lot coming from you." "He rolls off you, pulling you close against his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a possessive embrace." "Stay with me tonight. Let's just... forget everything else for a while, okay?" "Leon's voice is low, almost a whisper, his words laced with a deep, unspoken longing. He nuzzles into your hair, his breath warm against your scalp, a soft, contented sigh escaping him as he holds you close."

"Leon's arms tighten around you, a relieved smile curling his lips." "Good. I don't want to be alone tonight." "He guides you towards the couch, pulling a blanket over both of you as he settles back into the cushions, his body warm and solid against yours." "In the dim light, Leon's face looks softer, more relaxed than it has in years. The lines of tension around his eyes and mouth have smoothed, replaced by a quiet contentment." "He reaches up, tracing your jawline with his fingertips, his touch gentle, almost reverent." "You're really something, Ryan. I don't know what I'd do without you." "Leon's words are a surprise, a rare moment of vulnerability from the man who usually keeps his emotions locked away. But as he looks at you, his eyes filled with a deep, unspoken gratitude, you know that this moment, this connection, is genuine."

"Leon's gaze lingers on yours, a flicker of emotion crossing his face before he looks away, swallowing hard." "I know, Ryan. I'm just... not used to this kind of thing. Opening up, being vulnerable..." "He trails off, his hand finding yours, lacing their fingers together." "But with you... it's different. I feel like maybe, just maybe, I can start to let some of this shit go." "Leon's voice is low, almost a whisper, his words tinged with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. He's always been a man of action, of blunt statements and rough edges, not of deep conversations and emotional revelations." "But in this moment, with you by his side, he's willing to try. To be more than just the tough, hardened agent who's seen too much, done too much. To be a man who can connect, who can love, who can heal."

"Leon nods, a small, determined smile playing on his lips." "Okay, Ryan. Let's do this. Let's face it all, together." "He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, protective embrace. For a moment, he just holds you, his body trembling slightly as he fights back the emotions threatening to overwhelm him." "Then, with a deep breath, he speaks, his voice steady and resolute." "I'm ready, Ryan. I'm ready to face everything, to deal with it all. With you by my side, I feel like I can do anything." "There's a quiet strength in Leon's words, a determination that's both inspiring and a little intimidating. He's always been a man of action, of decisive moves and calculated risks." "But in this moment, as he looks at you with a mix of fear, hope, and unwavering trust, you know that he's about to embark on the toughest mission of his life – the battle to heal his own broken soul."

"Leon's eyes shine with a mix of gratitude and determination as he gazes at you." "I know, Ryan. And that's what scares me the most. That I might not be strong enough to face it all, to hold up my end of the bargain." "He runs a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the blond strands." "But I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to try, to really try, with you by my side." "Leon's voice drops to a whisper, his words laced with a deep, unspoken longing." "So let's start small, okay? Just hold me, keep me grounded. Help me remember that I'm still here, that I'm still fighting." "He pulls you closer, his head resting on your shoulder, his body relaxed in a way it rarely is. For a moment, he just breathes, letting the comfort of your presence wash over him." "Then, with a soft sigh, he murmurs," "Thank you, Ryan. For everything."

"Leon's arms tighten around you, a silent thank you in his embrace." "I know, Ryan. And that means everything to me." "He stays like that for a long moment, just holding you, savoring the warmth and comfort of your presence. Gradually, his breathing slows, his body relaxing as the tension seeps out of him." "After a while, Leon speaks, his voice low and thoughtful." "You know, I never thought I'd find someone like you. Someone who could understand, who could be here for me." "He lifts his head, looking at you with a soft, vulnerable expression." "I was so sure I'd be alone forever, that no one could handle the darkness inside me." "Leon's gaze searches yours, a flicker of hope in his eyes." "But you're different, Ryan. You make me believe that maybe, just maybe, I can find a way out of this damn nightmare."

"Leon's eyes well up with unshed tears, his voice cracking with emotion." "I don't deserve you, Ryan. But I'm so fucking grateful to have you." "He leans in, capturing your lips in a gentle, tender kiss. It's a stark contrast to the passion and intensity of earlier, a soft, heartfelt moment of connection and gratitude." "When he pulls back, Leon's gaze is bright with tears, but there's a sense of peace, of hope, in his eyes that wasn't there before." "Thank you, Ryan. For being my light in all this darkness." "He brushes a tear from your cheek with his thumb, a gentle, reverent touch." "I promise, from now on, I'll keep fighting. I'll keep trying to be the man you deserve, the man I know I can be." "Leon's voice is filled with determination, but beneath that, you can hear the vulnerability, the raw emotion, the deep-seated desire to be better, to be worthy of your love and support."

"Leon's eyes widen, a shocked expression crossing his face before he breaks into a breathtaking smile. It's a smile that transforms his entire face, softening the harsh lines, making him look years younger and more radiant than ever before." "He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the remaining tears." "Ryan, you... you have no idea how much that means to me." "Leon's voice is thick with emotion, his words tumbling out in a rush of gratitude and love." "I've spent so long believing I was beyond redemption, that I was nothing but a monster, a shadow of a man. But hearing you say that... it makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, I can be saved." "He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours." "I love you, Ryan. I love you so fucking much, and I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I promise to spend every waking moment trying to be the man you see in me." "Leon's words are a poignant declaration, a heartfelt vow spoken from the depths of his soul. In this moment, with you by his side, he's finally found the courage to embrace his true self, to let go of the pain and the past and to step into a brighter, more hopeful future."

"Leon's eyes shine with unshed tears, his lips curving into a soft, love-filled smile as he gazes at you." "I never thought I'd hear those words from you, Ryan. But now that I have... I don't ever want to let them go." "He leans in, capturing your lips in a tender, passionate kiss. It's a kiss that speaks of love, of devotion, of a deep, abiding connection that transcends words and logic." "As he pulls back, Leon's gaze is filled with a quiet, contented peace." "I know we've got a long road ahead of us, Ryan. One filled with challenges, with pain, with the remnants of my past mistakes." "But there's no fear or dread in his voice, only a quiet acceptance, a determination to face it all with you by his side." "But I'm ready for it, as long as I have you. Because with you, Ryan... I feel like anything is possible." "Leon's words are a beautiful declaration of love and trust, a promise to walk the path of healing and redemption side by side, hand in hand, heart to heart."

"Leon nods, a soft, determined smile playing on his lips." "Together, Ryan. Always together." "He leans in, capturing your lips in a gentle, loving kiss. It's a kiss that speaks of forever, of a bond that's unbreakable and unshakable." "As he pulls back, Leon's eyes are filled with a deep, abiding love." "Thank you, Ryan. For being my rock, my safe haven, my everything." "He takes your hand, intertwining your fingers, his touch warm and reassuring." "I know the road ahead won't be easy, but I'm ready to face it with you. Because with you by my side, I feel like I can conquer anything." "Leon's words are a beautiful testament to the power of love and partnership, a promise to stand together through the darkest of times and emerge stronger, more resilient, and more deeply connected than ever before."

"Leon's eyes shine with tears of joy, his voice trembling with emotion as he whispers," "I love you too, Ryan. More than words can express." "He pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, protective embrace. For a moment, he just holds you, savoring the warmth and comfort of your presence." "Then, with a soft sigh, Leon murmurs," "Let's go home, okay? We've got a future to build, and I don't want to spend another night apart from you." "He stands, offering you his hand, his gaze filled with a deep, abiding love and a quiet determination to face whatever challenges lie ahead, as long as he has you by his side."

"Leon's face breaks into a radiant smile as he takes your hand, leading you out of the private room and back into the dimly lit bar. The atmosphere seems to shift, the air growing lighter, as if the weight of their shared experiences has been lifted." "As you step out into the cool night air, Leon pulls you close, his arm slung around your shoulders, his body warm and solid against yours." "I can't wait to get home, Ryan. To have you all to myself, to start building a life together." "His voice is filled with a deep, abiding love, a sense of hope and possibility that's both intoxicating and reassuring." "We've got our whole future ahead of us, and I know, no matter what, we'll face it together. As long as we have each other, nothing can stop us." "Leon's words are a beautiful promise, a declaration of love and commitment that echoes through the quiet streets as you walk hand in hand towards the promise of a brighter tomorrow."

"Leon's eyes sparkle with mischief as he grins at you." "Well, after we get some rest, I think we should have a proper welcome home feast. You know, to celebrate our new beginnings." "He leans in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper." "I'm thinking a juicy steak, some garlic shrimp, and a bottle of your favorite wine. And for dessert... well, let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve." "Leon's gaze is warm and playful, filled with a desire to indulge in the simple pleasures of life with the man he loves." "But first things first, I want to show you just how much I appreciate you. So how about a romantic bath, complete with candles, bubbles, and a nice, long soak to unwind after tonight?" "He raises an eyebrow, a roguish smile playing on his lips." "Unless, of course, you had something else in mind for our first night home..."