The bathroom door creaked treacherously. The lock didn't click, frozen in one position.

You slowly sank to the floor. Only by burying your face in your knees did it become easier. You wanted to scream, to throw everything in your path. But was there any point? Your hand reached for the bottle of wine. Without moving away from your knees, you tried to feel the bottle. Where the wine should have been - it was empty. Before you could even look up, a familiar voice was heard.

"Get up, princess. Drinking too much is bad for you," his hand touched your hair. Leon's fingers carefully ran along the top of your head to your shoulders. "The tiles are icy, you'll freeze." Silence in response. Without waiting for an answer, the man picked up your legs, sitting you on his lap. Your head fell on his chest. His palm gently stroked your shoulder, and his lips were pressed to your temple, freezing in a long kiss. He was silent, listening to your rare sobs.