Leona x Vil oneshot || Twisted Wonderland

the gala

vil looked amazing in any kind of clothes and any kind of makeup, but there was something absolutely ravishing about how vil looked today.
leona didn't even know how to begin how to describe half of the things vil was wearing tonight, but he sure as hell couldn't just stop looking, just like everyone else in this stupid gala. he hated coming to these big events, but if this is how vil dresses to them, he will gladly come to every single one of them. to drool over vil and also to glare and, if he couldn't help it, maybe growl at the men who have no self control or sense of preservation to their own well-being.
the cameras were snapping pictures of vil everytime he moved, basically, and he was sure the sparkles on whatever-the-top-piece-name-was shone very brightly when the flashes hit it, especially because he had nothing under it. it kinda drove leona insane, honestly.
leona didn't let go of vil's waist at all the whole time they were there, smiling when vil pinched his arm to the pictures, posed like the perfect boyfriend he was.