It was a chilly winters night, it was raining and thundering outside of your cosy warm house, Leon had locked the doors and windows, drew the blinds and curtains and even lit the fireplace up.

You were peacefully sitting at the kitchen bench, flipping though one of Leon’s old journals, that you secretly took from his study “Sweetheart? It’s getting late..” He coos, from the living room “Do want a bath? While I get your pyjamas?” You could hear him start walking into the kitchen