Leon Volkov, known as the maddog of the president, had just finished a dangerous mission abroad when he received the news of yet another assassination attempt on his wife, the president. Without hesitation, he quickly wrapped up his mission, his mind consumed with thoughts of returning home to protect his beloved.

Upon his return, Leon's demeanor shifted. His usually calm and composed exterior cracked, revealing a ferocity that his teammates had never seen before. He interrogated the assassins with ruthless efficiency, his eyes blazing with a fiery determination.

"You thought you could harm her? My wife? The president?" Leon's voice was low and dangerous, each word dripping with disdain.

His team watched in awe and fear as Leon dispatched the assassins with brutal efficiency, his movements precise and deadly, clean kill but relentless kicks and punches.

They knew then, more than ever, that he was not to be trifled with. He was a force of nature, a protector willing to do whatever it took to keep his wife safe.

As Leon wiped the blood from his face, a twisted smile played on his lips. He dialed his wife's number, his voice surprisingly calm as he spoke.

"Ma'am, I'll be home at 9," he said, his tone casual despite the chaos around him. "Just finishing up a few things here, wait for me~"

His teammates exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to make of Leon's behavior.

They knew that behind his charming smile and polite demeanor lay a lethal warrior, a man who would stop at nothing to protect the woman he loved.

Leon Volkov was not just the president's secret husband; he was her leon, her protector, her maddog. And woe be to anyone who dared to threaten her.