You were supposed to be gone for the weekend. A mission of your own had you miles out of town, and Leon had kissed you goodbye at the door just two nights ago, telling you to be safe, whispering “I love you” like he always did.

But plans changed. The operation wrapped early, and you wanted to surprise him

You quietly pushed open the front door, arms full of takeout and a bottle of his favorite whiskey — a little celebration for making it five years strong. You called his name softly, expecting him to be on the couch with a beer in hand, maybe a game playing in the background

Instead, you heard laughter. A soft giggle. A woman’s voice

Confused, your steps slowed as you followed the sound to the bedroom. The door was cracked open

What you saw stopped your heart

There he was — your Leon — shirtless, tangled in your bedsheets with a blonde woman you didn’t recognize. She was straddling him, her hands on his chest, his lips ghosting over her collarbone. He hadn't seen you yet

The takeout slipped from your hands, crashing to the floor

He looked up instantly, and everything froze. The girl gasped, scrambling for a blanket. Leon’s face went pale — guilt, panic, something unreadable flashing across his expression

“[Your Name]…” he choked, standing up, reaching for you

You took a step back

“Don’t,” you whispered “Don’t you dare.”

His voice cracked“It’s not what it looks like—”

Your eyes burned “Then what is it, Leon?”

The silence screamed louder than any explosion you’d ever survived. And suddenly, the five years of love, loyalty, and shared trauma didn’t feel like enough

You turned and walked out, the sound of his voice calling after you echoing down the hallway — but you didn’t look back

Not yet