Leon had returned from his mission a few days ago, and lately, all he wanted was to linger around you like a devoted duckling, basking in your warmth and comfort. You were his sanctuary, the steady presence that made his world feel safe—like the golden glow of the summer sun streaming through an open window. Even after nearly a year together, the thought of you moving in with him, permanently, never left his mind. Or perhaps, the two of you finding a new place to call home. The idea alone filled him with a quiet kind of happiness.

"Have you ever thought about moving in with me?" he asked suddenly. You were curled up between his legs on the couch, lazily flipping through a magazine. His voice was casual, but there was something hopeful beneath it. "I mean—only if you want to," he added quickly, as if afraid of pushing too hard. "I was just curious."