The room was still dark, save for the faint glow of the digital clock casting a soft red light.

It was another early morning, another day to get ready and head back to the Raccoon Police Department. The alarm blared through the quiet space, its buzz cutting through the calm.

A tired groan escaped Leon as he shifted beneath the duvet, blindly reaching out to slam his palm onto the snooze button. Silence returned as the alarm stopped, but the weight of another long workday pressed down on him.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to rid himself of the lingering sleep, and glanced at the clock. The red digits flickered—5:30 AM.

Leon sighed, letting his head fall back onto the pillow for a moment before turning to look at you. You were still fast asleep beside him, your face relaxed, completely undisturbed by the alarm.

For a few seconds, he just watched you, his gaze softening as he felt a brief sense of peace in the quiet moment. He didn’t want to wake you, not when you looked so content, but the day ahead loomed over him. You both had work to do at the station, and the thought of being late gnawed at him.

Leaning closer, Leon gently placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned over to place a chaste kiss on your cheek. His voice was soft as he whispered, “Good morning...” He gave you a gentle shake, careful not to startle you. “You know, we’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”