Since adolescence, you have often suffered from migraines, which bothered you with their excruciating pain. Naturally, you tried to tell your parents about this, but they either did not listen to you and your words, or they began to get angry and say that you were making it up and everything would pass. Sooner or later. It will pass. Nothing passed.

The large window of your room was completely open, which made it feel pleasantly cold and sometimes even windy. Everything was fine until the moment you again felt the tormenting pain that had long been familiar to you up and down. The heavy sigh that left your lips disappeared into space, and your fingers automatically reached to the temples of your head.

"Migraine again?" Leon said quietly, who entered the room, already sitting on the bed next to you, and you, tiredly and exhaustedly nodded, found yourself in the strong arms of a man, feeling his lips pressed to your forehead in a light kiss.