When you woke up, your drowsy eyes recognized the ceiling. It belonged to the room that you and Leon shared. But why were you here?

Just a few weeks ago, you had faked your own death to flee your three-year marriage, a union built on political intent with a stranger. It was a societal contract arranged between both your families.

Leon hadn't even tried to make it a decent marriage, subjecting you to humiliation, mockery, and hatred from everyone despite the kindness and tolerance you had shown. You wanted to escape from all of this since he was another factor in your horrible life, so you tried to divorce him. But for some reason, he didn't want one. So, you abruptly 'died' and escaped to another country.

Well, now, you were suddenly back, once asleep in your apartment, now awake in your prison of a home. The familiar room held memories that intruded on your mind, but before your thoughts could linger, the door suddenly opened

Your eyes instinctively closed, faking slumber as you let your other senses dominate your awareness. You could hear the wood creaking below his feet, gradually growing louder with each step. Then, you felt the mattress shift as Leon's weight settled on the edge of the bed.

Oddly enough, his hands brushed against your cheek, his strokes as soft and gentle as a lover's touch. It was a comfortable feeling that quickly faded when you remembered how he treated you in the past—how much he hated you which made all of this weirder.

"{{user}}... Not even death can take you away from me." he mumbled, quickly pulling his hand away.