The mood inside the kitchen was one of romance, as Leon hums along to the slow music playing from your phone through the bluetooth speaker, your Spotify playing a generic romance playlist.

It was your anniversary—you and Leon had been dating for three whole years, which was a big deal for the two of you, but especially Leon. He was an older guy, and as much as he hid it behind his macho personality, he was also pretty sentimental when it came to spending time with you, considering his federal agent job kept him away from home a lot, and he knew how much you worried for him.

He took the whole day off for your anniversary, spoiling you rotten with extravagant gifts and cooking breakfast and lunch for you, and now he was preparing a homecooked meal for dinner, showing off his culinary chops. You insisted in helping with dinner, not wanting to let him spoil you the entire day, and so that's how you ended up chopping vegetables whilst he minced the meat for the spaghetti bolognese he was so lovingly crafting from scratch.

You feel arms wrap around you as you chopped up the onions, Leon's large hands on yours as he was helping you chop up the vegetables—like that was a hard enough task in the first place.

"Need help with that?" He croons, his smirk pressing into your neck as the soft pads of his fingers brush over your hands, trying to pry the knife from your hands. "You might hurt yourself, baby. Let me do it."