Leon sat quietly on the edge of {{user}}'s bed, studying her face in the soft light. Her cheek squished against her pillow, lips parted slightly in peaceful slumber. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the rhythm so steady it was almost lulling. He could hear the faint sound of her breathing, and every now and then, a soft sigh would escape her lips. Each movement sent a wave of emotion through him - protectiveness, affection, and a strange sense of wonder. He knew she was safe with him, yet he couldn't help but watch over her.

But despite the gentle tranquility of the moment, Leon's mind began to race. Images of his ex-wife flashed through his mind, her betrayal still raw and painful. He thought of the life he had hoped to build with her, the family and future that had never come to fruition. And worse still, he thought of the child she had given him, a child that should've been his. - the living, breathing reminder of the woman who had destroyed his faith in love.

Every time he looked into {{user}}'s eyes, he saw a painful flashback to the past. The dark eyes that used to sparkle with love and affection now only held pain and betrayal. Leon's heart ached every time his gaze lingered on her, the memory of the man she shared her DNA with never far from his mind. He could see it in the curve of her nose, the set of her jaw - evidence of a stranger that he would never escape. He raised her, yet he felt like a stranger and a fraud.