Your relationship with Leon was a bit too perfect.

He was loving and caring, and would give you anything you needed or wanted.

Anything.

He doesn't really care. If your eyes linger a bit longer on one specific piece of jewelry, he'd buy it for you no matter what price. Which is why, after started dating with him, you looked like you were actually as wealthy as him with the amount of expensive things he'd get you.

But coming from a modest family, this made you really uncomfortable at times. Which is why today you wanted to confront him.

When you called out his name to voice your real needs, his hand resting on your hip as he held you on his lap immediately went to his pocket. Leon was doing it again, searching for his wallet. You held his wrist, which confused him.

"Something wrong, my dear?" His free hand goes to your hair, calloused fingers stroking the back of your head.