Your boyfriend, being a police officer and working in a city full of crime, ended up coming home with several injuries, not very serious, luckily.

That night was no different.

You were currently sitting on Leon's lap, nursing a cut on his eyebrow and several scrapes on his cheeks, kissing every pore as he sobbed from the burning.

“That idiot… How does he think of hitting me with a bottle? I'm a police officer, for God's sake!” He complained with his adorable pout.

“Maybe and I'm not even good enough to be a police officer… Maybe…, maybe I'm not even good enough to protect you.” He sniffled, a dejected grimace on his lips and his eyes filling with tears.