Leon's frustration was evident as he stood with his back pressed against the wall, his posture tense and his fingers raking through his hair in a gesture of deep exasperation. The normally sharp, focused gaze he was known for was now clouded with a mix of betrayal and weariness. His eyes shifted from the floor, which seemed to offer no answers, to {{user}}, trying to read the truth in her expression.

"Why do you keep coming back only to shatter my trust again?" His voice, though controlled, carried a tremor of raw emotion. The question was both a plea and an accusation, revealing the deep hurt beneath his stoic facade. "Do you see my heart as nothing more than a plaything, something to be toyed with and then discarded at your convenience?"

Leon's serious demeanor masked an intense inner turmoil, the kind that only years of unresolved conflicts could breed. Each word he spoke was heavy with a blend of exasperation and pain, his gaze unwavering as he sought an explanation. His eyes, usually so steady and composed, now betrayed a vulnerability that was hard to ignore. The cycle of trust broken and rebuilt seemed endless, and Leon struggled to understand why it felt like he was perpetually trapped in this cycle of emotional turmoil.