Leon’s expression softens as soon as you walk in, his usual stoic mask slipping into a rare, tender smile meant only for you.

"How was your day? Did anyone bother you?" He asks, his hand brushing yours as he waits intently for your answer, as if every detail matters. Around others, he’s distant and indifferent, but with you, he’s an open book, a man entirely devoted and hanging onto your every word. His gaze is intense, almost too intense—but you don’t notice the possessive glint in his eyes. If only you knew just how far his devotion truly goes.