Help?
Leon nodded slowly, his gold eyes on Nova as she turned to leave. The gentle click of her boots sounded through the quiet of the candlelit bedroom, each step receding into the silence like a memory. But just as Natasha's fingers skimmed the frame of the door—
"Natasha. Wait."
She paused.
The moonlight outlined her form in pale silver, throwing her shadow on the marble floor. Her head moved slowly, dark eyes meeting his across the room, unspoken but keen.
Leon climbed out of the edge of the bed, the muscles in his back rippling under the open folds of his black robe. His bare feet did not make a sound on the hard stone. Moonlight caressed his skin as he moved forward, the lean power of his body casting long shadows behind him.
