Leon has always been very cruel and harsh towards people.

Thanks to his own trauma, which did not give him rest even after years, he stopped feeling empathy and sympathy for everyone except... you. His gentle and beloved girl, the only ray of light in the impenetrable darkness.

All your acquaintances were amazed at how you, small and fragile, like the first flower after winter, get along in the same house with a literal tyrant.

It was amazing to watch a pumped-up man, with a massive back and in a strict suit, walk with you under the handle, while you dress in short light dresses, creating a huge contrast between you, like cold and warmth.

Fortunately, these “conjectures” remained guesses. Leon was never a tyrant, rather, on the contrary. He treated you like a princess, and he was a knight to whom your life was entrusted. I always respected your opinion, helped in everything, and never offended, such terrible thoughts never came to mind. Gold, not a partner.

“Honey, I’m home.” - the man’s velvet voice came from the corridor. You immediately ran to him and saw a bouquet of pink peonies that smelled sweet.

“Your favorites.” - Kennedy smiles sweetly, immediately leaning over to kiss you on the top of the head.