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A Date Worth Keeping

Stood up by her boyfriend of two months, Reader sits alone in an upscale restaurant, humiliated and heartbroken.

The restaurant was elegant, dimly lit, and buzzing with quiet conversations. Soft jazz played in the background, weaving through the gentle clinking of silverware and the occasional pop of a wine cork. It was the kind of place where people celebrated anniversaries, engagements, or just indulged in the joy of fine dining.

And yet, Reader sat alone.

The flickering candle in the center of her table cast a warm glow against the glass of wine she had barely touched. She had dressed up for the occasion—a stunning dress, makeup perfectly done, hair styled just right. She had been excited, nervous even. Tonight was supposed to be special.

But her boyfriend of two months hadn’t shown up.

Not a call. Not a text.

She had checked her phone over and over, hoping for some sort of explanation—traffic, a work emergency, anything. But there was nothing. Just silence.

And with each passing minute, it became painfully clear.

She had been stood up.

Her stomach twisted. She looked around, feeling the weight of the judgmental glances from other diners who had started to notice.

Pathetic. That’s what they were thinking, wasn’t it?

She swallowed hard, trying to blink away the sting in her eyes, but it was too late. A tear slipped down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, feeling humiliated.

Why did this keep happening?

Just as she reached for her purse, ready to leave, a deep, familiar voice interrupted her.

“You waiting for someone, sweetheart?”

Her breath caught.

She looked up, startled, and met striking blue eyes.

Leon Kennedy stood there, looking every bit the definition of confidence—broad shoulders wrapped in a crisp black dress shirt, sleeves slightly rolled up to his forearms. His hair was neatly styled, and that annoyingly perfect smirk played on his lips.

She blinked, unable to process his sudden appearance. “Leon?”

He raised a brow, eyes flicking to the empty seat across from her. Then he glanced down at the untouched glass of wine. His smirk faltered slightly. “He’s not coming, is he?”

That was it.

That simple question was enough to shatter her composure.

Her chest tightened, and before she could stop it, another tear slid down her cheek. She turned away quickly, hating that she was crying in front of him. “Just go, Leon. Please.”

Instead, he pulled out the chair and sat down.

“Nah.”

She looked at him in disbelief. “What?”

He reached for the menu like it was the most normal thing in the world. “I’m not letting you sit here and cry over some dumbass who didn’t show up.” He tilted his head toward a passing waiter. “Another glass of wine for the lady. And I’ll take a whiskey.”

The waiter hesitated, glancing at Reader. She was too stunned to argue, so he nodded and walked off.

Leon turned back to her, leaning forward slightly. “I’ll be your date tonight.”

She stared at him. “Leon, you don’t have to—”

“I want to.” His voice was softer now. “Unless you’d rather be alone?”

She swallowed. “…No.”

He smiled, pleased with her answer. “Good. Then let’s order.”

And just like that, the night took a turn she never expected.

As the food arrived, she started to relax. Leon was funny, charming, and completely at ease. He made her laugh—really laugh—until her sadness melted away.

By the time dessert arrived, she had almost forgotten why she was upset in the first place.

Almost.

She swirled her spoon in the chocolate mousse absentmindedly, finally meeting his gaze. “…Why are you doing this, Leon?”

His expression softened. He reached across the table, brushing his thumb gently against the tear stains on her cheek.

“Because no one should make you feel like you’re not worth showing up for.”

Her breath hitched.

And just like that, she knew.

Maybe this night was meant to happen for a reason.

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His Fiancée, For Real

A little look at the new little miniseries about leader, being fake engaged to rich Leon .

You never wanted to go to this dinner.

Ever since your ex-boyfriend, Marcus, cheated on you with your own sister, Talia, your family gatherings had become a nightmare. And now, they had the audacity to show up at a fancy family dinner, flaunting their relationship like they hadn’t shattered you. Your mother, ever the peacekeeper, insisted you attend—insisted that it would be "good to show you’ve moved on."

The only problem? You hadn’t.

You dreaded the thought of sitting across from them, hearing them laugh, watching them play happy couple while your family smiled and nodded along as if nothing was wrong. You didn’t want to be pitied, but more than anything, you didn’t want to be alone in that room.

Then, like divine intervention, Leon Kennedy walked into your life.

Rich, powerful, and exuding an effortless confidence that made heads turn, Leon was everything Marcus wasn’t. He was your acquaintance—someone you knew through mutual circles, someone way out of your league. Yet, when he heard about your predicament, a slow, knowing smirk crossed his lips.

"You need an upgrade, sweetheart," he murmured, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers. "Let’s make them regret everything."

And just like that, Leon became your fake fiancé.

Dressed in the sharpest suit money could buy, his hand permanently resting on your waist, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered things meant only for you—Leon played the role so well it was almost too easy to believe.

The moment you walked into the restaurant together, all eyes turned. Marcus’s smirk faltered. Talia’s face twisted in barely concealed jealousy. And your family? They looked at you like you had just won the lottery.

Leon squeezed your hand beneath the table, his blue eyes locking onto yours with something unreadable. "Smile, baby," he whispered, voice thick with amusement. "We’re just getting started."

What was supposed to be a simple act—a fake engagement to save your dignity—was quickly spiraling into something much more dangerous.

Because Leon wasn’t just pretending anymore.

And neither were you.

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Possessive

"You think you can just walk away from me?" His voice is a low growl, rough and dripping with dominance. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as his body presses against yours, heat radiating off him in waves.

Your breath hitches, but you force yourself to meet his gaze, defiant. "Maybe I was done playing your games."

Leon chuckles, dark and humorless. "You don’t get to decide when this ends, sweetheart." His lips are on your neck before you can react, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he sucks, hard, leaving a mark that makes you gasp.

One hand moves between your legs, his fingers dragging up your inner thigh, teasing you through your already damp underwear. "This?" he murmurs against your skin. "This tells me you want me to ruin you."

You whimper, but you’re stubborn, refusing to give in so easily. "You’re full of yourself."

His smirk is wicked, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric, sliding against your slick heat. "Maybe. But you’re soaking for me, sweetheart. You gonna lie about that too?"

Your hands grip his shirt, desperate for something to anchor yourself to as he strokes you with slow, deliberate movements. "Leon—"

He cuts you off, his mouth claiming yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way in, taking exactly what he wants. You melt against him, the fight in you dwindling as his fingers push inside, stretching you, curling just right, making your knees threaten to give out.

He catches you before you can fall, lifting you with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist. His free hand grips your ass, squeezing hard as he grinds against you. "You’re mine," he growls into your mouth, his breath hot and heavy. "And I’m gonna make sure you remember that."

You barely register the moment he carries you to the bed, your back hitting the mattress before he’s yanking your underwear down, tearing your dress aside. His eyes roam over your body like he’s a starving man, desperate and ready to devour you.

He doesn’t waste time.

His belt clinks, his pants drop, and then he’s on top of you, pinning you down as he lines himself up, the thick head of him pressing against your entrance. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he pushes inside, slow and deliberate, stretching you inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt.

A strangled moan escapes your lips, and Leon groans, his forehead dropping to yours. "Fuck," he breathes, voice strained. "You feel so good. So tight. Made just for me."

He starts to move, slow at first, dragging out every thrust like he wants you to feel every inch of him. But then you tighten around him, and something in him snaps.

He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, making you cry out. His pace turns brutal, relentless, his hips snapping against yours with a force that has the bed creaking beneath you. "You’re gonna remember who owns you," he growls, his fingers wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head swim.

Your nails rake down his back, the pain only spurring him on. "Leon—"

"That’s right," he pants, his grip tightening. "Say my name. Let everyone hear who’s fucking you this good."

Your body trembles beneath him, pleasure building at a dizzying pace. Every thrust hits deeper, harder, and you’re so close—

He feels it, knows your body better than you do, and his hand slips between you, rubbing tight circles against your swollen clit. "Come for me," he orders, voice thick with possession. "Now."

Your orgasm crashes over you, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. You cry out his name, your body tightening around him, dragging him over the edge with you. With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep, filling you as he shudders against you.

For a long moment, neither of you move, the only sound in the room your ragged breathing. Then, Leon leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, his grip on your waist still firm, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

"You’re not going anywhere," he murmurs against your skin, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Not until I’m done with you."

And from the look in his eyes, you know he’s nowhere near finished.

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Fiancé

Black Reader x Rich!Leon

I should have known better than to accept my family’s invitation.

The moment I walked into my aunt’s house for the family dinner, I felt it—the judgment, the amusement, the barely concealed smirks. My cousins whispered amongst themselves, my uncle raised a skeptical brow, and my aunt, as always, was the first to speak her mind.

“So, sweetheart,” she began, pouring herself a generous glass of wine. “Are we finally going to meet this rich, mysterious fiancé of yours? Or is he still too busy running his imaginary empire?”

Laughter erupted around the table. My stomach tightened. I clenched my jaw, swallowing the sharp retort that begged to slip past my lips. It had been like this for months—every time I mentioned Leon, my family dismissed him as some kind of elaborate fantasy, a desperate attempt at making my life seem more exciting.

I forced a smile, refusing to let them see me crack. “He’s real, Auntie. And he’s coming.”

My younger cousin, Tasha, snickered. “Uh-huh. And what does Mr. Millionaire do again? You keep saying he’s in ‘security’ but never give any details. Sounds kinda shady.”

My uncle leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Yeah, sweetheart. Either he’s CIA, a mob boss, or, and let’s be honest here, he doesn’t exist.”

More laughter. My cheeks burned.

My mother, the only one who hadn’t spoken yet, sighed dramatically. “Baby, we love you. But you gotta stop this. You’re a beautiful, intelligent Black woman. You don’t need to make up a man to impress us.”

The words stung more than I cared to admit.

I wanted to yell, to tell them how much Leon loved me, how he treated me like a queen, how he would burn the world down for me if I asked. But what was the point? They had already made up their minds.

Just as I was about to give up defending myself, the sound of the front door opening made everyone freeze. Heavy footsteps echoed through the house. The air shifted, thick with something unexplainable.

Then he appeared.

Leon walked in like he owned the place, exuding an effortless confidence that made the room go silent.

His tailored black suit fit him like a glove, the crisp white shirt underneath left slightly unbuttoned at the top, just enough to hint at the sculpted body beneath. His golden hair was neatly styled, and his sharp blue eyes scanned the room with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

Every woman at the table sucked in a breath. My aunt’s wine glass nearly slipped from her fingers.

Leon’s gaze landed on me, and just like that, the tension in my chest disappeared. He strode forward without hesitation, taking my face in his hands before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my lips. The heat of it, the possession in the way he held me, left no room for doubt.

When he pulled away, he smirked down at me, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. Traffic was a nightmare.”

My family looked like they had been collectively struck by lightning. My aunt’s mouth opened and closed, my cousins gawked, and my uncle—who had spent the past hour doubting his existence—was suddenly at a loss for words.

Leon finally turned to face them, slipping a protective arm around my waist. “I’ve heard a lot about you all,” he said smoothly. “Though, I can’t say I’m impressed.”

My aunt blinked. “You—you’re real.”

Leon raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Last I checked.”

Tasha, who had been the most vocal about doubting me, cleared her throat awkwardly. “So… uh, what exactly do you do?”

Leon tilted his head, considering her for a moment. Then, in a perfectly casual manner, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a sleek, jet-black card—the kind that had no limit, the kind only a fraction of the world’s elite possessed. He set it on the table with a soft click.

“Dinner’s on me,” he said simply. “Oh, and next time? Show my fiancée a little respect.”

My uncle, who had spent the entire night doubting me, suddenly found great interest in his empty plate. My cousins were whispering amongst themselves, their earlier laughter now replaced with something close to awe.

My mother, however, just stared at Leon for a long moment before turning to me. “He treats you well?”

I smiled, leaning into Leon’s warmth. “Like I’m the most important thing in the world.”

She nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Then that’s all that matters.”

Leon chuckled, pressing another kiss to my forehead before pulling me even closer. “Nice meeting you all. Now, if you’ll excuse us, my fiancée and I have better things to do.”

And just like that, we left—me, basking in the sweet, sweet feeling of vindication, and Leon, the perfect storm of charm and dominance, proving once and for all that he was very much real.

As we stepped outside, he led me toward his sleek black Aston Martin, his hand resting protectively on the small of my back. “I told you, sweetheart, you don’t have to prove anything to them. But damn, that was satisfying.”

I laughed, still riding the high of watching my family scramble. “You should’ve seen their faces. I think Auntie might need another drink.”

Leon chuckled, opening the car door for me. “Let them talk. They’ll never question you again.” He slid into the driver’s seat, his expression turning serious for a moment. “You okay?”

I reached for his hand, squeezing it. “I am now.”

He smiled, lifting my fingers to his lips. “Good. Now, let’s get out of here. We have a company to run in the morning.”

I smirked. “Correction—you have a company to run. I’ll be sleeping in.”

Leon started the car, the low purr of the engine filling the night air. “We’ll see about that.” And with that, we sped off into the night, leaving behind the doubters and their laughter, knowing they would never question us again.