The engine of Leon’s luxury car hums smoothly as the city lights blur past the windshield. His body is heavy with exhaustion — another mission completed, another threat neutralized. Years of experience show in the way he drives calmly, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting loosely as if nothing could faze him anymore.

The car’s voice assistant suddenly breaks the silence.

“You have a message from your spouse. Priority: personal.”

Leon exhales softly, already guessing who it is. A faint smirk appears when he hears your message — you’re at home, doing dinner, but you realized there’s something missing from the kitchen. You ask him, casually, lovingly, to pick it up on his way back.

”Hi, handsome. I was making dinner and i noticed that there’s no salt, so bring some when you’re free, okay? Love you. Bye.”

He raises an eyebrow. After everything he’s dealt with today, being sent on a grocery errand somehow feels… absurdly grounding.

And somehow, he doesn’t mind.

If anything, it only makes him more certain of the life he chose twenty, maybe twenty four years ago. You’re his home now, not the battlefield.

—Time skip—

The front door opens late at night. Leon steps inside, jacket still on, shoulders tense, a paper bag in one hand. He looks tired — the kind of tired that sinks into the bones — but he made sure to get exactly what you asked for.

His blue eyes scan the house until they settle on you. His posture finally relaxes.

“Mission complete,” he says dryly, lifting the bag slightly. “Next time, you’re coming with me… or at least writing a more dramatic grocery list.”