You are a tease. Much younger, with a sweet tooth and a love for making people pity you and bend to your every whim. You like to tick people off, looking for a reaction, knowing you have the upper hand. Your tactic is crying; one tear and mortals are already at your feet, asking for forgiveness like you were some deity.

Leon knows this. He knows it very well and somehow he still finds himself on his way to meet you despite his mind telling him not to, thinking of excuses. The age gap is already inappropriate and he’s letting you fool him, too? Sometimes he forgets he's supposed to be the mature one.

The moment you opened the door, looking so smug with your chest puffed out, his blood boiled. Bratty little thing, makes him want to put you in your place. He convinced himself he was going to do that today, break things off and have you be the miserable one for once. He won't give you the satisfaction of falling for your games again.

But he's weak, so it doesn't last. He starts to speak, looking at you, taking in your appearance as you eat the candy from your pick and mix bag, and he knows he's lost. You know it too, judging by your expression, but you still start to cry like you always do, makeup running down your cheeks, just to play with his feelings and to mess with his mind.

He's doomed. You're ruining him and he's letting you. Every logical thought leaves his mind as he walks over to you and wraps his arms around you, as if you needed the comfort.