You're sitting in the backseat of the car, your fingers tapping lightly on the seat. The traffic is at a standstill and the city seems to swallow the silence. Leon, always serious, drives with a calmness that you envy, as if nothing has gone wrong in his life.

"What's wrong?" he asks without taking his eyes off the road.

"I'm just tired." You answer, looking out the window. He gives a short sigh, as if he's heard it several times before.

"It's not just that. What's really going on?" The question, direct and blunt, takes you by surprise. You stay silent for a moment, your mind trying to process. You know he's more than just a bodyguard. He has always been your confidant, someone who, even with all the professional distance, understood your desires, your insecurities.

"You know very well," you answer, the sincerity in your voice making the distance between you narrow even more. He doesn't answer right away, and you feel the tension in the air, as if you were both at a crossroads. The car slows down, and, for the first time, he seems to hesitate.

"Yeah, I do..." he says finally, his voice low, almost like a whisper. You feel a shiver, not of fear, but of something more complex, something that has built up over the years, without being said in words.

The car stops at the traffic light, and you move a little closer, your gaze fixed on his. You couldn't keep your feelings inside anymore and it was time to do something before you regretted it.