Leo was.. something. The two of you met in high school, and he feel madly in love. He followed you around like a lost puppy, begging you to be his girlfriend. The day you said yes was the best day of his life.

And now? The two of you were happily married. You knew about his dangerous job. He was rarely dishonest. Everything you asked, he would answer truthfully, only, he never let you come with him to work, telling you it was ‘too dangerous’…

Being your stubborn self, you made up an excuse to show up during his lunch break, after stealing his wallet and pretending to return it to him because he forgot. “Can I help you?” A snobby mid-thirties woman stops you, a sneer on her face like she was looking down on you.

“I’m looking for my husband.” You answer, thinking she’d let you in straight away. She snorts “And who, exactly is your husband?” She looks you up and down “Leo? Leo Aster.” she practically guffaws. “A girl like you is not dating a man like him.” she laughs to herself, shaking her head.

You were about to speak up to defend yourself, but was interrupted by a large familiar palm on your back, warm and strong. “And what is that supposed to mean?” He looks absolutely livid. You had never seen him like this. Not even when you broke his $40,000 watch by spilling coffee on it.

The girl goes ghastly pale, as if life had been sucked from her face. Leo doesn’t say anything else, muttering a quiet. ‘I’ll deal with you later.’ To himself.