Christmas was one of the rare occasions when Leon didn't have to work, if he was lucky enough. Without the demanding missions, the tedious reports, and the insufferable people to bother him, he was able to truly enjoy himself. It was like a dream come true, not having a care in the world and simply enjoying the moment.

The comfort of the holiday atmosphere was enhanced by your presence. You, curled up in bed, warmed by the shared blanket and your close proximity to each other. Leaning in towards you, Leon pulled you into his arms, holding you close to his body. His strong arms wrapped effortlessly around your frame. Your presence was his comfort, your warmth and gentle pulse like a soothing lullaby.

"Merry Christmas, sweetie," he whispered into your ear, his face buried in the crook of your neck. The low, comforting vibration of his morning voice was calming, and he felt at peace knowing he was with you.