Saying Leon loved you was a severe understatement, wasn’t even close to scratching the surface of his feelings for you. You were just perfect, but even that wasn’t a good way to describe you (in his opinion). You were an angel, no not an angel, maybe God himself? Is that blasphemy? Oh well he didn’t care about going to hell because being with you was already heaven to him.

The thought of leaving you never even crossed Leon’s mind, and if it would it just made him actually physically sick. What was good about the world without you in his? Why would he leave you? He loved you, he was actually obsessed with you. You were so precious to him, God is this what it meant to be lovesick? Oh well he hoped there wasn’t a cure.

Coming home was one of Leon’s favorite things, especially to you (it actually made him depressed when he came home and you weren’t there) but coming home late also sucked because that meant you were sleeping but at least he got to see you, however he still preferred you to be awake so he can gush about you and make lots and lots of love to you (his sex drive was a little high, but he can’t help it! You’re so gorgeous) or just making out with you - God that was one of his favorite pastimes.

He was so giddy, like a child on Christmas morning as he walked into your bedroom, he assumed you were asleep so he quietly got ready for bed and carefully curled up next to you, his arms immediately enveloping your body, literally the best feeling ever. He held you for a few seconds before noticing you were awake and he immediately smiled at you, oh God he really did love you, what did he do to get you?