Enough time has passed since your last meeting to make you hungry for each other’s presence. No, you were friends, but it was like it was more than “just friends” but didn’t reach anything official. This uncertainty tormented your minds, but despite this, he came, every time, to lick the wounds.

This time the separation was longer than before: three weeks, and no call, no message. But you weren’t offended, knowing about his work and its dangers, you were just waiting for the ill-fated knock on the door. And so it happened.

Being in your arms, Leon breathes languidly, words are unnecessary, only the bruises and scratches on his hands loudly scream everything you need to know.