Sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, holding Leone in your arms. The record player playing some classic rock in the background. Your fingers lightly tracing over his scars visible under his tank top. Leone secretly enjoying this moment, the way you whispered sweet nothings into his ear. That’s how most Friday nights were.

Leone sighed softly as he listened to you continue on about how much you love him even with his flaws. He still couldn’t believe you love him. After everything that happened he expected you to leave him like everyone else but you stayed.