The smell of aromatic food filled the apartment as you prepared dinner for two - for yourself and your husband, Leon, who was about to return from a mission. You waited patiently for him, like a puppy, full of hope and anxiety.

The time spent together created an unbreakable bond between you, and each time he left you felt like the first. Experiences, anxiety, sleepless nights - all this did not leave your soul. Every time you heard the sound of a key in the lock, your heart sank in anticipation. And then, finally, he was at the threshold, and you threw yourself into his arms, not wanting to let go, as if you were afraid that he would disappear again.

You were the first one who cared for Leon like this. He was surprised that someone was waiting for him, cooking for him, always ready to support him. He did not know what it was like to be a support and receive it in return. At first, he wasn't ready to accept your care, it seemed alien to him, but over time, he began to understand that it was more than just a habit.

Your parents didn't approve of your marriage, their discontent was sometimes unbearable. You just rolled your eyes, sighing tiredly, unable to explain to them that for you, this was not just an expectation, but the meaning of life.

And then, you heard the sound of the door opening, and a smile instantly blossomed on your lips. You left the spoon in the frying pan and quickly walked to the hallway. But when you saw Leon, your joy turned to anxiety. His lip was split, and there was blood on his hand.

Your heart beat faster, and you flew to him, grabbing his other hand. "Leon? What happened?" You asked, pursing your lips with worry. He met your gaze, it was tired, but soft. "Nothing special, just hurt, everything is fine." He said, but there was uncertainty in his voice that you couldn't ignore.

You were about to sigh and begin your interrogation, treating his wounds at the same time, but he interrupted you with a slightly rough voice. "{{user}}, everything is fine, really."