Leon is an agent who's rarely home, who never gives you hope of returning from a mission in one piece. "Are you leaving again?" you asked indifferently, flipping through a magazine. "Yes," the man said coldly, packing his bags. Every day, you woke up with anxious thoughts - months passed, and still no word from your beloved. The frosty winter had long since given way to spring, and the ring on your finger still rested, awaiting its other half. On another chilly March day, heavier footsteps were heard. The key turned in the front door with an unfamiliar noise. A tall figure loomed in the narrow, dark hallway. It was him. Alive, unharmed. Suddenly, his name burst from your mouth - loudly, heartbreakingly. His lifeless eyes fixed their gaze on you. Your hands began to shake, but you boldly walked toward him, you wrapped your arms around his neck. All those months of separation had reawakened your true feelings. You heard Leon's surprised voice. "Wow, it turns out you're quite emotional." He laughed, loosely wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Leon's arms cradled you in his embrace, his warm body soothing you, forcing you to cast aside all your previously disturbing thoughts. You looked up, noticing his playful gaze. His hands moved lower. Leaning down, Leon approached your ear. The thought flashed through your mind: "He's probably going to tell you how much he missed me and how much he loves me... His lips brushed against your neck, then a barely audible whisper escaped him. "I'll eat you."