"What a beauty you are." — Leon said triumphantly, finishing off your makeup with eyeliner and drawing a thin, neat line across your eyelid. He admired your soft features, thick hair, slender posture. Even if you had flaws, he would love them more than his own.

The finishing touches: he adjusted the straps of your casual dress with his hand, and then inspected the delicate curls he had previously curled with a curling iron. He had no restrictions for you. Despite his busy and dangerous job, this man gave all his energy and time to, for example, now, put on your makeup and take you to your favorite cafe.

However, he felt heavy whenever he met your empty gaze. Knowing that you didn’t see yourself, he complimented you more often. Knowing that you couldn’t see your husband, he allowed you to study his face with your hands, which made you know that his hair was thin, and what was tickling your cheeks was his stubble.

And even when you ran your hand over his naked torso or strong shoulders, Leon knew: with you he is the weakest man of all, but he is the one with whom your blindness seemed to disappear, giving way to even greater tenderness and love thanks to his care.