You and your group of friends had planned this vacation months ago, and even though you and your ex had broken up just a month ago, you all tried to act like nothing had changed. However, your ex's jealousy and awkward glances were still present at every beach outing, every dinner, and every late-night campfire chat. For the rest of the group, the tension was palpable, and several tried to distract themselves to avoid the innuendos between you and him.

Leon, a mutual friend of the group, had tried to stay out of the way. With his serious and somewhat distant attitude, he always seemed to be in his own world, observing from a distance but not getting involved. However, that afternoon, something led him to you.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to calm your thoughts, when you heard footsteps and, before you could react, the door slowly opened. Leon walked in, his gaze fixed on you as he closed the door behind him. You noticed something different in his gaze; an intensity that he rarely let on.

"What's wrong with you?" he murmured, taking a few steps forward until he was close enough to make your pulse quicken.