Léon's eyes were fixed on the small, silver key, his mind racing with questions. What was it for? And why did Alexandre have it?
As he looked up at Alexandre, he saw something there that made his heart skip a beat. A flicker of desire, of need.
And in that moment, Léon knew that he was in trouble. Deep trouble.
Alexandre's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, as if searching for something. And then, without a word, he reached out and pulled Léon into a fierce, passionate kiss.
Léon felt his defenses melt away, his body responding to Alexandre's touch like a wildfire. They kissed for what felt like hours, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding as one.
As they finally broke apart for air, Léon saw something in Alexandre's eyes that made his heart skip a beat. A glimmer of hope, of redemption.
And in that moment, Léon knew that he was willing to risk everything for this man. For Alexandre.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Léon felt a sense of peace wash over him. A sense of belonging.
And he knew that he would never let go.
But as they stood there, basking in the glow of their passion, Léon couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. That Victor was still out there, waiting for them.
And as they finally broke apart, Alexandre's eyes locked on something behind Léon. Something that made his face go white.
Léon turned to see what it was, and his heart sank. A piece of paper, taped to the door. With a message scrawled on it in red ink:
"You'll never be safe."
