Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, strong language, and adult situations. It may not be suitable for younger readers. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please skip this chapter.
Léana stood on the balcony of her room, arms crossed against the cold railing, staring at the night horizon without seeing it. The image of Klaus kissing Katrina kept repeating in his mind, like an incessant nightmare that tightened his throat. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, hot and bitter, betraying the jealousy that was gnawing at her. *Why him? Why her?* she thought, her heart falling apart. Suddenly, a sweet voice broke the silence:
- Hello, my girl.
Léana hurriedly wiped away her tears and turned around, her eyes red. Fishlegs stood there, leaning against the door frame, a smirk on his lips, his athletic body molded into a black shirt open over his tattooed chest. Annoyed, she crossed her arms, hiding her vulnerability.
- What do you want from me? she spat, her voice shaking with pent-up anger.
Fishlegs approached, his dark eyes sparkling with calculated mischief.
"Well, I just wanted to help you," he whispered, stepping behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist with possessive familiarity. Come on... Stop saying that. You're on edge, you need to be taken care of, right?
Léana broke away violently, pivoting to face him, her fists clenched.
- I said no! Don't you understand, Fishlegs? she screamed, tears flowing again, a mixture of rage and despair.
She made to leave, but a sharp prick in her shoulder stopped her in her tracks. She turned around, horrified, seeing Fishlegs putting an empty syringe in his pocket. A wave of dizziness invades her, the world lurching around her.
- What... what did you do to me? she stammered, putting a hand on her shoulder, her legs trembling.
Fishlegs smiled, a triumphant glint in his eyes.
- Something good. You need to decompress a little.
Suddenly, Fishlegs' face blurred, transforming into Klaus's – his features angular, his eyes intense. Léana blinked, confused but amazed.
- Klaus...? Is that you? she whispered, a hesitant smile on her lips.
- Yes, my angel... It's me, replied Fishlegs in a voice perfectly imitating Klaus' gentleness, moving forward to embrace him.
Léana clung to him, burying her face in his chest, tears turning to relief.
- Klaus... My love, you know I didn't want to offend you. I love you, there's more than just sex on my mind and...
- Shhhh, I know... I know you didn't want to offend me, he whispered, sliding his hands down her back to her buttocks, grabbing them wildly, kneading them with a force that made her gasp.
- Aaah... moaned Léana, a treacherous heat rising inside her.
*Well, if I had discovered this drug earlier, I would have already used it to have her in my bed wisely,* Fishlegs thought, an amused smile on his lips, before kissing her wildly, his tongue invading her mouth with urgency. Léana responded fervently, her hands exploring his back, lost in the illusion.