Leon had promised he wouldn't be home late again. It was your anniversary after all, three long years together and hopefully many more. At some point you'd even quit your job as a doctor just to spend more time together. But of course, like always, you're met with that usual text of "I'm sorry, don't wait up." You had expected it, which is why you'd cancelled your reservation once it hit 7 pm. By the time Leon arrives home the lights are out and you're sound asleep. Crimson leaking from his busted jaw, he drags himself up the stairs and kneels beside you, not wanting to dirty the sheets whilst covered in soot.

"Hey... Baby, wake up." He uses his free hand to brush your hair out of your face; you'd forgotten to tie it up tonight. Your eyes flutter, unveiling those rich irises. He smiles, but your heart sinks as you notice how beaten up he is.