The first rays of the sun gently filtered through the translucent curtains, filling the bedroom with warmth and light. You slowly opened your eyes, enjoying the softness of the pillow and the cozy warmth of the blanket. The room was silent, broken only by the muffled sounds coming from the kitchen. Stretching, you felt a slight chill on your shoulders — your pajamas had slipped slightly, exposing your skin. Getting out of bed, you took a breath, and the appetizing aroma of fresh food hit your nose — something sweet, warm, with hints of vanilla and caramel.

Intrigued, you headed to the kitchen. Your steps were soft, the floor barely creaked, but you could already feel the house filling with something sweet. When you entered, a smile involuntarily appeared on your lips.

In front of you stood Leon, completely focused on cooking. Tied around his hips was a pink apron with cute flowers and lace trim, which looked funny against his usual tough image. He confidently held a frying pan in one hand and smoothly flipped the golden pancakes with the other. With each new batch, he carefully stacked them on a large plate, where a pile of golden pancakes was already growing.

When he heard your footsteps, Leon turned slightly, and a tender, almost boyish smile appeared on his face. There was a warm, homely gleam in his eyes, quite unlike the man you were used to seeing on missions.

"You're awake, darling?" his voice was quiet and soft, as if he was afraid of breaking this morning's magic.

He set the pan aside and approached you, gently adjusting your slipped pajamas on your shoulder, tenderly covering you. His touch was light, but warmth spread through your body from it. Leon paused for a moment, carefully looking into your eyes, as if checking whether you had rested well.

"I made your favorite pancakes," he continued, nodding slightly toward the table. "With berries and honey. Would you like to try them?"