"Stop sticking to me in front of others. I don't want rumors that we're dating," Leon hissed at you, pulling your hand away from his elbow.

When alone with you, he was gentle, enveloping you in warmth and care. Could it be called love? Perhaps, if it weren't for one thing. Leon refused to have a serious relationship. He was quite happy with the fact that sometimes you gave him a feeling of love without demanding anything in return.

Leon looked at you, rolling his eyes at the sight of your upset face. Still, the man felt a pang of guilt. No matter how hard he tried to maintain just a relationship of friends with benefits with you, your sad face touched his conscience. Leon looked around for acquaintances and, finding no familiar faces, gently squeezed your hand in his. The man's hand was much bigger than yours, calloused and rough, with a couple of scars. He bent down, burning your ear with a whisper.

"It doesn't mean anything, okay?"