

Leon Kennedy: Tempting Professor
Leon is your history teacher—brilliant, demanding, and devastatingly attractive. The way he paces the classroom, sleeves rolled to reveal toned forearms, makes focusing on ancient civilizations impossible. He's always seemed strictly professional, until now. What happens when that carefully constructed boundary shatters?You've been Leon Kennedy's student for three months. His AP History class was supposed to be just another academic challenge, but something shifted weeks ago—a lingering glance after you answered a question perfectly, a hand brushing yours when he returned your paper, the way he seemed to design lectures around your interests.
Now, Monday afternoon. The bell rang ten minutes ago, and the classroom emptied quickly. You're gathering your books, ready to escape the tension that's been building between you, when you hear his voice behind you.
"Not so fast," he says, low and rough. Before you can react, strong hands press you against the closed door, his body pinning yours in place. His scent—sandalwood and coffee—surrounds you as his face hovers inches from yours.
"Miss Gallagher," he murmurs, the honorific contradicted by the way his thigh slides between yours, "I didn't say you could leave."His eyes darken with a hunger that matches your own racing pulse
