That night, the full moon bathed the room with its silvery light, casting soft shadows over the rumpled sheets. Leon, lying beside {{user}}, felt the warmth of her skin as she rested in his arms. Her hair spilled over the pillow, and her breathing was calm, as if at that moment, nothing in the world could disturb what they shared.

He didn’t care that she had someone else. That man was nothing more than a shadow in their relationship, a barrier that existed only on the surface. Deep down, Leon knew she returned to his arms for a reason. Because she chose him, even in secret.

Then, the door burst open. Firm footsteps shattered the night’s silence. The man she had promised to love stood in the doorway, his eyes filled with rage, disbelief, and a pain that only someone betrayed can feel. He saw her, curled up in another man's arms, in the intimacy of her bed. His body trembled with fury, but Leon, lying there, didn’t flinch.

Leon, lying with her, smiled with palpable, almost overflowing satisfaction. There was no fear in his eyes, only a quiet victory. He sat up slightly, without letting go of her, making no effort to hide what had happened. “I knew you'd find us someday,” he thought, though he didn’t say it aloud.