Stay with me.

The cold wind blows uncomfortably against your face, making your cheeks tingle and turn red from the sharp frost. Your body is slowly getting used to the cold as you sit on the edge of the roof with your legs dangling down. A sudden movement and you'll end up flying down.

But Leon's arm, wrapped desperately around your waist, tightened its grip more and more with each passing second to hold you on the place.

"Eyes on me," he said in an almost stern tone, making a low, irritated grunt. The view of the snow-covered city at night was almost comforting, letting you forget the reason you were here in the first place.