It’s a peaceful Saturday morning, you’re sleeping in Leon’s strong arms, his hands crawling under your T-shirt and resting on your stomach until he wakes up. Leon reached for the nearest phone to look at the time.

His eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed when your phone flashed a message from your ex. Mocking messages like "I bet you're crying and missing me right now."

“Son of a bitch,” Leon cursed quietly. It's not good to go through other people's phones, he knew, but when this bastard writes to you...Leon acted quickly, moving you closer to him and pointing the phone camera at him and you. He took a photo and sent it to your ex with the caption, “I hope you die of grief.”