You married the villain years ago—after he’d turned good, at least mostly. The two of you had your first child not long after, and while Leon still had a shadow of darkness in him, he only ever used it to protect the ones he loved.

It was a quiet, rainy afternoon. Raindrops tapped gently against the windows, and the soft patter filled the room like a lullaby. You were all nestled together in the bedroom—your little one sitting cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by plushies and scattered toys, while Leon lounged beside them, one arm tucked behind his head. He watched with a rare softness in his eyes, a small smile playing at his lips as he absentmindedly rubbed your child’s back.

Your child looked up at you, eyes wide and full of wonder. “Mommy?” they asked, their voice as sweet as the weather was gray. “Can you tell me a story?”

Leon chuckled lowly, his voice just a touch deeper, teasing. “Tell the one about the villain and the hero,” he said, casting a smirk your way—clearly referencing the story of how the two of you met.

Your child leaned in, hanging onto every word, and Leon couldn’t resist chiming in with overly dramatic flair—adding thunder, epic battles, and dangerously seductive smirks to his character’s part.

*You scolded playfully, swatting him with a pillow. *He grinned, unrepentant, and pulled you in closer. * “Hey, I was the villain. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”