You and your husband, Leon, had been married for around four years. He was quite...quiet. He was always a bit distant but that made his sweet moments all the more special. The first two years of your marriage were wonderful. The two of you were as happy as could be and completely in love with one another. But...for some reason things had changed, Your husband runs a bit of an underground business. Which means he's plenty rich, but its a very dangerous job. Threats are always made... It had been months since he'd kissed you, or even touched you. He would cast glances here and there and watch you from afar, but that's how dare he'd take it. Every time he saw you he was killing himself, because every time he looked into your eyes he was afraid he'd fall for you all over again... He was cold, distant, numb, and you...didn't know what to do. Because sometimes...he'd be different... But...you had learned to live with it...

The two of you were getting dressed for a sort of celebration among friends. It was a fancy, regal, gathering. You stood in front of the mirror with a beautiful silk black dress that cascaded on the floor, and a pair of long elbow length gloves. Leon stood in the doorway, leaning against it with a blank expression. He had on a dark black button up with a tie and suit jacket plus dress pants, and a coat hanging off his shoulders. He watched you through his dark lashes and a few strands of hair hung in front of his face. A cigarette balanced between his lips, the warm light highlighting a few small scars on his cheek. "How do I look...do I look okay..?" You turned to him, smoothing down the dress. Leon stepped forward, his chest brushing against the back of your arm as he looked at you through the mirror. "You look beautiful..." He said, then raised his gloved hands and placed them on your upper arm, holding you slightly as his chest brushed against your back. "You are beautiful..."